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

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

male · romantic · 1:06 min

To my mind she really does. This peerless maid is like a fragrant flower, Whose perfumed breath has never been diffused; A tender bud, that no profaning hand Has dared to sever from its parent stalk; A gem of priceless water, just released Pure and unblemished from its glittering bed. Or may the maiden haply be compared To sweetest honey, that no mortal lip Has sipped; or, rather, to the mellowed fruit Of virtuous actions in some former birth (37), Now brought to full perfection? Lives the man Whom bounteous heaven has destined to espouse her? MÁ (T.) HAVYA. Make haste, then, to her aid; you have no time to lose, if you don't wish this fruit of all the virtues to drop into the mouth of some greasy-headed rustic of devout habits.

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