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

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

male · inspirational · 1:06 min

Nay, Mátali, say not so. My most ambitious expectations were more than realised by the honour conferred on me at the moment when I took my leave. For, Tinged with celestial sandal, from the breast (105) Of the great Indra, where before it hung, A garland of the ever-blooming tree Of Nandana (106) was cast about my neck By his own hand; while, in the very presence Of the assembled gods, I was enthroned Beside their mighty lord, who smiled to see His son Jayanta (107) envious of the honour. MÁTALI. There is no mark of distinction which your Majesty does not deserve at the hands of the immortals. See, Heaven's hosts acknowledge thee their second saviour: For now thy how's unerring shafts (as erst The Lion-man's terrific claws (108)) have purged The empyreal sphere from taint of demons foul.

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