The Recognition of Śakuntalā 4.12

4.12

udgalitadarbhakavalā mṛgyaḥ parityaktanartanā mayūrāḥ /
apasṛtapāṇḍupatrā muñcanty aśrūṇīva latāḥ //
śaku (smṛtvā) tāta latābhaginīṃ vanajyotsnāṃ tāvad āmantrayiṣye /
kāśyapa avaimi te tasyāṃ sodaryāsneham / iyaṃ tāvad dakiṣiṇena /
śaku (upetya latām āliṅgya) vanajyotsne cūtasaṃgatā api māṃ pratyāliṅgetogatābhiḥ śākhābāhābhiḥ /
adyaprabhṛti dūraparivartinī te khalu bhaviṣyāmi /

The grass drops from the feeding doe;
The peahen stops her dance;
Pale, trembling leaves are falling slow,
The tears of clinging plants.

Shakuntala (recalling something). Father, I must say good-bye to the spring-creeper, my sister among the vines.

Kanva. I know your love for her. See! Here she is at your right hand.

Shakuntala (approaches the vine and embraces it). Vine sister, embrace me too with your arms, these branches. I shall be far away from you after to-day. Father, you must care for her as you did for me.