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

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

male · romantic · 1:19 min

Ah! here are the maidens of the hermitage coming this way to water the shrubs, carrying water-pots proportioned to their strength. (Gazing at them.) How graceful they look! In palaces such charms are rarely ours; The woodland plants outshine the garden flowers. I will conceal myself in this shade and watch them. (Stands gazing at them. Enter [S') AKOONTALÁ, with her two female companions, employed in the manner described. (S') AKOONTALÁ This way, my dear companions; this way. ANASÚYÁ. Dear (S') akoontalá, one would think that father Kanwa had more affection for the shrubs of the hermitage even than for you, seeing he assigns to you, who are yourself as delicate as the fresh-blown jasmine, the task of filling with water the trenches which encircle their roots. (S') AKOONTALÁ. Dear Anasúyá, although I am charged by my good father with this duty, yet I cannot regard it as a task. I really feel a sisterly love for these plants. [ Continues watering the shrubs.

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