The Recognition of Śakuntalā 4.6

4.6

yāsyaty adya śakuntaleti hṛdayaṃ saṃspṛṣṭam utkaṇṭhayā
kaṇṭhaḥ stambhitabāṣpavṛttikaluṣaś cintājaḍaṃ darśanam /
vaiklavyaṃ mama tāvad īdṛśam idaṃ snehād araṇyaukasaḥ
pīḍyante gṛhiṇaḥ kathaṃ nu tanayāviśleṣaduḥkhair navaiḥ //
(iti parikrāmani)
sakhyau halā śakuntale avasitamaṇḍanāsi / paridhatsva sāṃprataṃ kṣaumayugalam /
(śakuntalotthāya paridhatte)
gautamī jāte eṣa te ānandaparivāhiṇā cakṣuṣā pariṣvajamāna iva gurur upasthitaḥ / ācāraṃ tāvat pratipadyasva /

Shakuntala must go to-day;
I miss her now at heart;
I dare not speak a loving word
Or choking tears will start. My eyes are dim with anxious thought;
Love strikes me to the life:
And yet I strove for pious peace--
I have no child, no wife. What must a father feel, when come
The pangs of parting from his child at home?

(He walks about.)

The two friends. There, Shakuntala, we have arranged your ornaments. Now put on this beautiful silk dress. (SHAKUNTALA rises and does so.)

Gautami. My child, here is your father. The eyes with which he seems to embrace you are overflowing with tears of joy. You must greet him properly. (SHAKUNTALA makes a shamefaced reverence.)