Translations of Shakuntala and Other Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 243 pages of information about Translations of Shakuntala and Other Works.

Translations of Shakuntala and Other Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 243 pages of information about Translations of Shakuntala and Other Works.

Kanva.  My daughter,

  When you have shared for many years
    The king’s thoughts with the earth,
  When to a son who knows no fears
    You shall have given birth,

  When, trusted to the son you love,
    Your royal labours cease,
  Come with your husband to the grove
    And end your days in peace.

Gautami.  My child, the hour of your departure is slipping by.  Bid your father turn back.  No, she would never do that.  Pray turn back, sir.

Kanva.  Child, you interrupt my duties in the pious grove.

Shakuntala.  Yes, Father.  You will be busy in the grove.  You will not miss me.  But oh!  I miss you. Kanva.  How can you think me so indifferent? (He sighs.)

  My lonely sorrow will not go,
  For seeds you scattered here
  Before the cottage door, will grow;
  And I shall see them, dear.

Go.  And peace go with you. (Exit SHAKUNTALA, with GAUTAMI, SHARNGARAVA, and SHARADVATA.)

The two friends (gazing long after her.  Mournfully).  Oh, oh!  Shakuntala is lost among the trees.

Kanva.  Anusuya!  Priyamvada!  Your companion is gone.  Choke down your grief and follow me. (They start to go back.)

The two friends.  Father, the grove seems empty without Shakuntala.

Kanva.  So love interprets. (He walks about, sunk in thought.) Ah!  I have sent Shakuntala away, and now I am myself again.  For

  A girl is held in trust, another’s treasure;
  To arms of love my child to-day is given;
  And now I feel a calm and sacred pleasure;
  I have restored the pledge that came from heaven.

(Exeunt omnes.)

ACT V

SHAKUNTALA’S REJECTION

(Enter a chamberlain.)

Chamberlain (sighing).  Alas!  To what a state am I reduced!

  I once assumed the staff of reed
  For custom’s sake alone,
  As officer to guard at need. 
  The ladies round the throne. 
  But years have passed away and made
  It serve, my tottering steps to aid.

The king is within.  I will tell him of the urgent business which demands his attention. (He takes a few steps.) But what is the business? (He recalls it.) Yes, I remember.  Certain hermits, pupils of Kanva, desire to see his Majesty.  Strange, strange!

  The mind of age is like a lamp
  Whose oil is running thin;
  One moment it is shining bright,
  Then darkness closes in.

(He walks and looks about.) Here is his Majesty.

  He does not seek—­until a father’s care
  Is shown his subjects—­rest in solitude;
  As a great elephant recks not of the sun
  Until his herd is sheltered in the wood.

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