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

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

male · anguished · 1:10 min

(Falling at [S') AKOONTALÁ's feet. Fairest of women, banish from thy mind The memory of my cruelty; reproach The fell delusion that o'erpowered my soul, And blame not me, thy husband; 'tis the curse Of him in whom the power of darkness (124) reigns, That he mistakes the gifts of those he loves For deadly evils. Even though a friend Should wreathe a garland on a blind man's brow, Will he not cast it from him as a serpent? (S') AKOONTALÁ. Rise, my own husband, rise. Thou wast not to blame. My own evil deeds, committed in a former state of being (37), brought down this judgment upon me. How else could my husband, who was ever of a compassionate disposition, have acted so unfeelingly? (The KING rises.) But tell me, my husband, how did the remembrance of thine unfortunate wife return to thy mind?

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