The Recognition of Śakuntalā 1.19

1.19

adharaḥ kisalayarāgaḥ komalaviṭapānukāriṇau bāhū /
kusumam iva lobhanīyaṃ yauvanam aṅgeṣu saṃnaddham //
anasūyā halā śakuntale iyaṃ svayaṃ varavadhūḥ sahakārasya tvayā kṛtanāmadheyā vanajyotsneti navamālikā / enāṃ vismṛtāsi /
śakuntalā tad ātmānam api vismariṣyāmi / (latām upetyāvalokya ca) halā ramaṇīye khalu kāla etasya latāpādapamithunasya vyatikaraḥ saṃvṛttaḥ / navakusumayauvanā vanajyotsnā snigdhapallavatayopabhogakṣamaḥ sahakāraḥ / (iti paśyantī tiṣṭhati)
priyaṃvadā anasūye jānāsi kiṃ śakuntalā vanajyotsnām atimātraṃ paśyatīti /
anasūyā na khalu vibhāvayāmi / kathaya /

Her arms are tender shoots; her lips
Are blossoms red and warm;
Bewitching youth begins to flower
In beauty on her form.

Anusuya. Oh, Shakuntala! Here is the jasmine-vine that you named Light of the Grove. She has chosen the mango-tree as her husband.

Shakuntala (approaches and looks at it, joyfully). What a pretty pair they make. The jasmine shows her youth in her fresh flowers, and the mango-tree shows his strength in his ripening fruit. (She stands gazing at them.)

Priyamvada (smiling). Anusuya, do you know why Shakuntala looks so hard at the Light of the Grove?

Anusuya. No. Why?