The Recognition of Śakuntalā 3.24

3.24

tasyāḥ puṣpamayī śarīralulitā śayyā śilāyām iyam
klānto manmathalekha eṣa nalinīpatre nakhair arpitaḥ /
hastād bhraṣṭam idaṃ bisābharaṇam ity āsajyamānekṣaṇo
nirgantuṃ sahasā na vetasagṛhāc chaknomi śūnyād api //

The flower-strewn bed whereon her body tossed;
The bracelet, fallen from her arm and lost;
The dear love-missive, in the lotus-leaf
Cut by her nails: assuage my absent grief
And occupy my eyes--I have no power,
Though she is gone, to leave the reedy bower.