The Recognition of Śakuntalā 5.13

5.13

kā svid avaguṇṭhanavatī nātiparisphuṭaśarīralāvaṇyā /
madhye tapodhanānāṃ kisalayam iva pāṇḍupatrāṇām //
pratīhārī deva kutūhalagarbhaḥ prahito na me tarkaḥ prasarati / nanu darśanīyā punar asyā ākṛtir lakṣyate /
rājā bhavatu / anirvarṇanīyaṃ parakalatram /
śaku (hastam urasi kṛtvā / ātmagatam) hṛdaya kim evaṃ vepase / āryaputrasya bhāvam avadhārya dhīraṃ tāvad bhava /

Who is she, shrouded in the veil
That dims her beauty's lustre,
Among the hermits like a flower
Round which the dead leaves cluster?

Portress. Your Majesty, she is well worth looking at.

King. Enough! I must not gaze upon another's wife.

Shakuntala (laying her hand on her breast. Aside). Oh, my heart, why tremble so? Remember his constant love and be brave.