The Recognition of Śakuntalā 1.21

1.21

calāpāṅgāṃ dṛṣṭiṃ spṛśasi bahuśo vepathumatīm
rahasy ākhyāyīva+svanasi mṛdu karṇāntikacaraḥ /
karau vyādhunvatyāḥ pibasi ratisarvasvam adharam
vayaṃ tattvānveṣān madhukara hatās tvaṃ khalu kṛtī //
na eṣa dhrṣṭo viramati / anyato gamiṣyāmi / katham ito 'py āgacchati / halā paritrāyethāṃ mām anena durvinītena madhukareṇābhibhūyamānām /
ubhe (sasmitam) ke āvāṃ paritrātum / duṣyaṃtam ākranda / rājarakṣitavyāni tapovanāni nāma /
rājā avasaro 'yam ātmānaṃ prakāśayitum / na bhetavyaṃ na bhetavyam (ity ardhokte svagatam) rājabhāvas tv abhijñāto bhavet / bhavatv evaṃ tāvad abhidhāsye /
śaku (padāntare sthitvā /sadṛṣṭikṣepam) katham ito 'pi mām anusarati /

As the bee about her flies,
Swiftly her bewitching eyes
Turn to watch his flight.
She is practising to-day
Coquetry and glances' play
Not from love, but fright.

(Jealously.)

Eager bee, you lightly skim
O’er the eyelid's trembling rim
Toward the cheek aquiver.
Gently buzzing round her cheek,
Whispering in her ear, you seek
Secrets to deliver. While her hands that way and this
Strike at you, you steal a kiss,
Love's all, honeymaker.
I know nothing but her name,
Not her caste, nor whence she came--
You, my rival, take her.

Shakuntala. Oh, girls! Save me from this dreadful bee!

The two friends (smiling). Who are we, that we should save you? Call upon Dushyanta. For pious groves are in the protection of the king.

King. A good opportunity to present myself. Have no--(He checks himself. Aside.) No, they would see that I am the king. I prefer to appear as a guest.

Shakuntala. He doesn't leave me alone! I am going to run away. (She takes a step and looks about.) Oh, dear! Oh, dear! He is following me. Please save me.