The Recognition of Śakuntalā 2.10

2.10

anāghrātaṃ puṣpaṃ kisalayam alūnaṃ kararuhair anāviddhaṃ ratnaṃ madhu navam anāsvāditarasam /
akhaṇḍaṃ puṣyānāṃ phalam iva ca tadrūpam anaghaṃ na jāne bhoktāraṃ kam iha samupasthāsyati vidhiḥ //
vidu tena hi laghu paritrāyatām enāṃ bhavān / mā kasya api tapasvina iṅgudītairacikkaṇaśīrṣasya haste patiṣyati /
rā paravatī khalu tatrabhavatī / na ca saṃnihito 'tra gurujanaḥ /
vidu atha bhavantam antareṇa kīdṛśas tasyā dṛṣṭirāgaḥ /

She seems a flower whose fragrance none has tasted,
A gem uncut by workman's tool,
A branch no desecrating hands have wasted,
Fresh honey, beautifully cool. No man on earth deserves to taste her beauty,
Her blameless loveliness and worth,
Unless he has fulfilled man's perfect duty--
And is there such a one on earth?

Clown. Marry her quick, then, before the poor girl falls into the hands of some oily-headed hermit.

King. She is dependent on her father, and he is not here.

Clown. But how does she feel toward you?