The Recognition of Śakuntalā 3.3

3.3

tava kusumaśaratvaṃ śītaraśmitvam indor
dvayam idam ayathārthaṃ dṛśyate madvidheṣu /
visṛjati himagarbhair agnim indur mayūkhais
tvam api kusumabāṇān vajrasārīkaroṣi //
athavā /
adya api nūnaṃ harakopavahninas tvayi jvalaty aurva ivāmburāśau /
tvam anyathā manmatha madvidhānāṃ bhasmāvaśeṣaḥ katham ittham uṣṇaḥ //

Thy shafts are blossoms; coolness streams
From moon-rays: thus the poets sing;
But to the lovelorn, falsehood seems
To lurk in such imagining;
The moon darts fire from frosty beams;
Thy flowery arrows cut and sting.

[paragraph continues] Oh, mighty Love, thine arrows are made of flowers. How can they be so sharp? (He recalls something.) Ah, I understand.

[paragraph continues] Indeed, the moon and thou inspire confidence, only to deceive the host of lovers.

[paragraph continues] And yet