Hermit Monologue from Sakoontala; Or, The Lost Ring: An Indian Drama

From Sakoontala; Or, The Lost Ring: An Indian Drama by Kālidāsa

male · contemplative · 1:01 min

We came hither, mighty Prince, to collect sacrificial wood. Here on the banks of the Máliní you may perceive the hermitage of the great sage Kanwa (13). If other duties require not your presence, deign to enter and accept our hospitality. When you behold our penitential rites Performed without impediment by saints Rich only in devotion, then with pride Will you reflect:--Such are the holy men Who call me Guardian; such the men for whom To wield the bow I bare my nervous arm, Scarred by the motion of the glancing string. (KING: Is the Chief of your Society now at home?) No; he has gone to Soma-tírtha (14) to propitiate Destiny, which threatens his daughter (S') akoontalá with some calamity; but he has commissioned her in his absence to entertain all guests with hospitality.

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