The Recognition of Śakuntalā 3.9

3.9

pṛṣṭā janena samaduḥkhasukhena bālā
neyaṃ na vakṣyati manogatam ādhihetum /
dṛṣṭo vivṛtya bahuśo 'py anayā satṛṣṇam
atrāntare śravaṇakātaratāṃ gato 'smi //
śaku sakhi yataḥprabhṛti mama darśanapatham āgataḥ sa tapovanarakṣitā rājarṣiḥ (ity arthokte lajāṃ nāṭayati)
ubhe kathayatu priyasakhī /

To friends who share her joy and grief
She tells what sorrow laid her here;
She turned to look her love again
When first I saw her--yet I fear!

Shakuntala. Ever since I saw the good king who protects the pious grove (She stops and fidgets.)

The two friends. Go on, dear.