The Recognition of Śakuntalā 1.30

1.30

tīvrāghātapratihatataruskandhalagnaikadantaḥ
pādākṛṣṭavratativalayāsaṅgasaṃjātapāśaḥ /
mūrto vighnas tapasa iva no bhinnasāraṅgayūtho
dharmāraṇyaṃ praviśati gajaḥ syandanālokabhītaḥ //
(sarvāḥ karṇaṃ dattvā kiṃcid iva saṃbhrāntāḥ)
rājā (ātmagatam) aho dhik paurā asmadanveṣiṇas tapovanam uparundhanti / bhavatu / pratigamiṣyāmas tāvat /
sakhyau ārya anenāraṇyakavṛttāntena paryākulāḥ smaḥ / anujānīhi na uṭajagamanāya /
rājā (sasaṃbhramam) gacchantu bhavatyaḥ / vayam apy āśramapīḍā yathā na bhavati tathā prayatiṣyāmahe /

King (aside). Alas! My soldiers are disturbing the pious grove in their search for me.

The voice behind the scenes. Hermits! Hermits! Here is an elephant who is terrifying old men, women, and children.

One tusk is splintered by a cruel blow
Against a blocking tree; his gait is slow,
For countless fettering vines impede and cling;
He puts the deer to flight; some evil thing
He seems, that comes our peaceful life to mar,
Fleeing in terror from the royal car.

(The girls listen and rise anxiously.)

King. I have offended sadly against the hermits. I must go back.

The two friends. Your Honour, we are frightened by this alarm of the elephant. Permit us to return to the cottage.

King. You must go very slowly. And I will take pains that the hermitage is not disturbed.