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

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

male · anguished · 1:11 min

This day my loved one leaves me, and my heart Is heavy with its grief; the streams of sorrow, Choked at the source, repress my faltering voice, I have no words to speak; mine eyes are dimmed By the dark shadows of the thoughts that rise Within my soul. If such the force of grief In an old hermit parted from his nursling, What anguish must the stricken parent feel-- Bereft for ever of an only daughter. (Advances towards [S') AKOONTALÁ PRIYAMVADÁ AND ANASÚYÁ. Now, dearest (S') akoontalá, we have finished decorating you. You have only to put on the two linen mantles. ([S') AKOONTALÁ (rises and puts them on.). GAUTAMÍ. Daughter, see, here comes thy foster-father; he is eager to fold thee in his arms; his eyes swim with tears of joy. Hasten to do him reverence. (S') AKOONTALÁ [ Reverently. My father, I salute you.

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