The Recognition of Śakuntalā 4.3a5

4.3a5

ana pratibuddhā api kiṃ kariṣyāmi / na ma uciteṣv api nijakaraṇīyeṣu hastapādaṃ prasarati / kāma idānīṃ sakāmo bhavatu yenāsatyasaṃdhe jane śuddhahṛdayā sakhī padaṃ kāritā / athavā durvāsaḥ śāpa eṣa vikārayati /

Anusuya. The dawn is breaking. I am awake bright and early. But what shall I do now that I am awake? My hands refuse to attend to the ordinary morning tasks. Well, let love take its course. For the dear, pure-minded girl trusted him--the traitor! Perhaps it is not the good king's fault. It must be the curse of Durvasas. Otherwise, how could the good king say such beautiful things, and then let all this time pass without even sending a message? (She reflects.) Yes, we must send him the ring he left as a token. But whom shall we ask to take it? The hermits are unsympathetic because they have never suffered. It seemed as if her friends were to blame and so, try as we might, we could not tell Father Kanva that Shakuntala was married to Dushyanta and was expecting a baby. Oh, what shall we do? (Enter PRIYAMVADA.)