The Recognition of Śakuntalā 7.10

7.10

upoḍhaśabdā na rathāṅganemayaḥ pravartamānaṃ na ca dṛśyate rajaḥ /
abhūtalasparśanatayāniruddhatas tavāvatīrṇo 'pi ratho na lakṣyate //
mātali etāvān eva śatakrator āyuṣmataś ca viśeṣaḥ /
rājā mātale katamasmin pradeśe mārīcāśramaḥ /

The wheels are mute on whirling rim;
Unstirred, the dust is lying there;
We do not bump the earth, but skim:
Still, still we seem to fly through air.

Matali. Such is the glory of the chariot which obeys you and Indra.

King. In which direction lies the hermitage of Marichi's son?