The Recognition of Śakuntalā 3.16

3.16

saṃdaṣṭasukumaśayanāny āśuktāntabisabhaṅgasurabhīṇi /
guruparitāpāni na te gātrāṇy upacāram arhanti //
ana itaḥ śilātalaikadeśam alaṃkarotu vayasyaḥ /
(rājopaviśati / śakuntalā salajjā tiṣṭhati)
pri dvayor api yuvayor anyonyānurāgaḥ pratyakṣaḥ / sakhīsnehaḥ punar māṃ punar uktavādinīṃ karoti /
rājā bhadre naitat parhāryam / vivakṣitaṃ hy anuktam anutāpaṃ janayati /

Move not to do me homage; let thy limbs
Still softly rest upon their flowery couch;
And gather fragrance from the lotus-stalks,
Bruised by the fevered contact of thy frame.

ANASÚYÁ.

Deign, gentle Sir, to seat yourself on the rock on which our friend is reposing.

[The KING sits down. [S']AKOONTALÁ is confused.

PRIYAMVADÁ.

Any one may see at a glance that you are deeply attached to each other. But the affection I have for my friend prompts me to say something of which you hardly require to be informed.

KING.

Do not hesitate to speak out, my good girl. If you omit to say what is in your mind, you may be sorry for it afterwards.