The Recognition of Śakuntalā 1.17

1.17

idaṃ kilāvyājamanoharaṃ vapus tapaḥkṣamaṃ sādhayituṃ ya icchati /
dhruvaṃ sa nīlotpalapatradhārayā śamīlatāṃ chettum ṛṣir vyavasyati //
bhavatu / pādapāntarhita eva tāvad enāṃ paśyāmi / (iti tathā karoti)
śakuntalā sakhi anasūye atipinaddhena valkalena priyaṃ vadayā niyantritāsmi / śithilaya tāvad etat /
anasūyā tathā / (iti śikhilayati)
priyaṃvadā (sahāsam) atra payodharavistārayitṛ ātmano yauvanam upālabhasva / māṃ kim upālabhase /

The sage who yokes her artless charm
With pious pain and grief,
Would try to cut the toughest vine
With a soft, blue lotus-leaf.

[paragraph continues] Well, I will step behind a tree and see how she acts with her friends. (He conceals himself.)

Shakuntala. Oh, Anusuya! Priyamvada has fastened this bark dress so tight that it hurts. Please loosen it. (ANUSUYA does so.)

Priyamvada (laughing). You had better blame your own budding charms for that.