The Recognition of Śakuntalā 3.8

3.8

kṣāmakṣāmakapolam ānanam uraḥ kāṭhinyam uktastanam
madhyaḥ klāntataraḥ prakāmavinatāv aṃsau chaviḥ pāṇḍurā /
śocyā ca priyadarśanā ca madanakliṣṭeyam ālakṣyate
patrāṇām iva śoṣaṇena marutā spṛṣṭā latā mādhavī //
śaku sakhi kasya vānyasya kathayiṣyāmi / kiṃtv āyāsayitrīdānīṃ vāṃ bhaviṣyāmi /
ubhe ata eva khalu nirbandha / snigdhajanasaṃvibhaktaṃ hi duḥkhaṃ sahyavedanaṃ bhavati /

Her cheeks grow thin; her breast and shoulders fail;
Her waist is weary and her face is pale:
She fades for love; oh, pitifully sweet!
As vine-leaves wither in the scorching heat.

Shakuntala (sighing). I could not tell any one else. But I shall be a burden to you. The two friends. That is why we insist on knowing, dear. Grief must be shared to be endured.