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

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

male · romantic · 1:07 min

How charming she looks! My very eyes forget to wink, jealous of losing even for an instant a sight so enchanting. How beautiful the movement of her brow, As through her mind love's tender fancies flow! And, as she weighs her thoughts, how sweet to trace The ardent passion mantling in her face! (S') AKOONTALÁ. Dear girls, I have thought of a verse, but I have no writing-materials at hand. PRIYAMVADÁ. Write the letters with your nail on this lotus-leaf, which is smooth as a parrot's breast. (S') AKOONTALÁ. (After writing the verse. Listen, dear friends, and tell me whether the ideas are appropriately expressed. PRIYAMVADÁ AND ANASÚYÁ. We are all attention. [S') AKOONTALÁ. [ (Reads.). I know not the secret thy bosom conceals, Thy form is not near me to gladden my sight; But sad is the tale that my fever reveals, Of the love that consumes me by day and by night.

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