The Recognition of Śakuntalā 1.18

1.18

sarasijam anuviddhaṃ śaivalenāpi ramyam
malinam api himāṃśor lakṣma lakṣmīṃ tanoti /
iyam adhikamanojñā valkalenāpi tanvī /
kim iva hi madhurāṇāṃ maṇḍanaṃ nākṛtīnām //
śakuntalā (agrato 'valokya) eṣa vāteritapallavāṅgulībhis tvarayatīva+māṃ kesaravṛkṣakaḥ / yāvad enaṃ saṃbhāvayāmi (iti parikrāmati)
priyaṃvadā halā śakuntale atreva+tāvan muhūrtaṃ tiṣṭha yāvat tvayopagatayā latāsanātha iva ayaṃ kesaravṛkṣakaḥ pratibhāti /
ataḥ khalu priyaṃvadāsi tvam /

The meanest vesture glows
On beauty that enchants:
The lotus lovelier shows
Amid dull water-plants; The moon in added splendour
Shines for its spot of dark;
Yet more the maiden slender
Charms in her dress of bark.

Shakuntala (looking ahead). Oh, girls, that mango-tree is trying to tell me something with his branches that move in the wind like fingers. I must go and see him. (She does so.)

Priyamvada. There, Shakuntala, stand right where you are a minute.

Priyamvada. When I see you there, it looks as if a vine were clinging to the mango-tree.

Shakuntala. I see why they call you the flatterer.