The Recognition of Śakuntalā 7.25

7.25

mohān mayā sutanu pūrvam upekṣitas te
yo baddhabindur adharaṃ paribādhamānaḥ /
taṃ tāvad ākuṭilapakṣmavilagnam adya
bāṣpaṃ pramṛjya vigatānuśayo bhaveyam //
(iti yathoktam anutiṣṭhati)
śakuntalā (nāmamudrāṃ dṛṣṭvā) āryaputra idaṃ tad aṅgulīyakam /
rājā asmād aṅgulīyopalambhāt khalu smṛtir upalabdhā /
śakuntalā viṣamaṃ kṛtam anena yat tadāryaputrasya pratyayakāle durlabham āsīt /

’Twas madness, sweet, that could let slip
A tear to burden your dear lip;
On graceful lashes seen to-day,
I wipe it, and our grief, away.

(He does so.)

Shakuntala (sees more clearly and discovers the ring). My husband, it is the ring!

King. Yes. And when a miracle recovered it, my memory returned.

Shakuntala. That was why it was so impossible for me to win your confidence.