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

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

male · anguished · 56 sec

How can I be otherwise than inconsolable, when I call to mind the agonized demeanour of the dear one on the occasion of my disowning her? When cruelly I spurned her from my presence, She fain had left me; but the young recluse, Stern as the Sage, and with authority As from his saintly master, in a voice That brooked not contradiction, bade her stay. Then through her pleading eyes, bedimmed with tears, She cast on me one long reproachful look, Which like a poisoned shaft torments me still. SÁNUMATÍ. (Aside. Alas! such is the force of self-reproach following a rash action. But his anguish only rejoices me. MÁ[T.) HAVYA An idea has just struck me. I should not wonder if some celestial being had carried her off to heaven.

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