The Recognition of Śakuntalā 4.9

4.9

pātuṃ na prathamaṃ vyavasyati jalaṃ yuṣmāsv apīteṣu yā
nādatte priyamaṇḍanā api bhavatāṃ snehena yā pallavam /
ādye vaḥ kusumaprasūtisamaye yasyā bhavaty utsavaḥ
seyaṃ yāti śakuntalā patigṛhaṃ sarvair anujñāyatām //

She would not drink till she had wet
Your roots, a sister's duty,
Nor pluck your flowers; she loves you yet
Far more than selfish beauty. ’Twas festival in her pure life
When budding blossoms showed;
And now she leaves you as a wife--
Oh, speed her on her road!