The Recognition of Śakuntalā 4.11

4.11

ramyāntaraḥ kamalinīharitaiḥ sarobhiś
chāyādrumair niyamitārkamayūkhatāpaḥ /
bhūyāt kuśeśayarajomṛdureṇur asyāḥ
śāntānukūlapavanaś ca śivaś ca panthāḥ //
(sarve savismayam ākarṇayanti)
gautamī jāte jñātijanasnigdhābhir anujñātagamanāsi tapovanadevatābhiḥ / praṇama bhagavatīḥ /
śaku (sapraṇāmaṃ parikramya / janāntikam) halā priyaṃvade āryaputradarśanotsukāyā apy āśramapadaṃ parityajantyā duḥkhena me caraṇau purataḥ pravartate /

May lily-dotted lakes delight your eye;
May shade-trees bid the heat of noonday cease;
May soft winds blow the lotus-pollen nigh;
May all your path be pleasantness and peace.

(All listen in astonishment.)

Gautami. My child, the fairies of the pious grove bid you farewell. For they love the household. Pay reverence to the holy ones.

Shakuntala (does so. Aside to PRIYAMVADA). Priyamvada, I long to see my husband, and yet my feet will hardly move. It is hard, hard to leave the hermitage.