The Recognition of Śakuntalā 4.14

4.14

yasya tvayā vraṇaviropaṇam iṅgudīnām
tailaṃ nyaṣicyata mukhe kuśasūcividdhe /
śyāmākamuṣṭiparivardhitako jahāti
so 'yaṃ na putrakṛtakaḥ padavīṃ mṛgas te //
śaku vatsa kiṃ sahavāsaparityāginīṃ mām anusarasi / aciraprasūtayā jananyā vinā vardhita eva / idānīm api mayā virahitaṃ tvāṃ tātaś cintayiṣyati / nivartasva tāvat / (iti rudatī prasthitā)

It is the fawn whose lip, when torn
By kusha-grass, you soothed with oil;
The fawn who gladly nibbled corn
Held in your hand; with loving toil
You have adopted him, and he
Would never leave you willingly.

Shakuntala. My dear, why should you follow me when I am going away from home? Your mother died when you were born and I brought you up. Now I am leaving you, and Father Kanva will take care of you. Go back, dear! Go back! (She walks away, weeping.)