The Recognition of Sakuntala
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The Recognition of Sakuntala - Kalidasa
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
KING DUSHYANTA.
BHARATA, nicknamed All-tamer, his son.
MADHAVYA, a clown, his companion.
His charioteer.
RAIVATAKA, a door-keeper.
BHADRASENA, a general.
KARABHAKA, a servant.
PARVATAYANA, a chamberlain.
SOMARATA, a chaplain.
KANVA, hermit-father.
SHARNGARAVA, his pupil.
SHARADVATA, his pupil.
HARITA, his pupil.
DURVASAS, an irascible sage.
The chief of police.
SUCHAKA, policeman.
JANUKA, policeman.
A fisherman.
SAKUNTULA, foster-child of Kanva.
ANUSUYA, her friend.
PRIYAMVADA, her friend.
GAUTAMI, hermit-mother.
KASHYAPA, father of the gods.
ADITI, mother of the gods.
MATALI, charioteer of heaven’s King.
GALAVA, a pupil in heaven.
MISHRAKESHI, a heavenly nymph.
Stage-director and actress (in the prologue.), hermits and hermit-women, two court poets, palace attendants, invisible fairies.
The first four acts pass in Kanva’s forest hermitage; acts five and six in the king’s palace; act seven on a heavenly mountain. The time is perhaps seven years.
PROLOGUE.
BENEDICTION UPON AUDIENCE
Eight forms has Shiva, lord of all and king:
And these are water, first created thing;
And fire, which speeds the sacrifice begun;
The priest; and time’s dividers, moon and sun;
The all-embracing ether, path of sound;
The earth, wherein all seeds of life are found;
And air, the breath of life: may he draw near,
Revealed in these, and bless those gathered here.
THE STAGE-DIRECTOR. Enough of this! (Turning toward the dressing-room.) Madam, if you are ready, pray come here. (Enter an actress.)
ACTRESS. Here I am, sir. What am I to do?
DIRECTOR. Our audience is very discriminating, and we are to offer them a new play, called Sakuntula and the ring of recognition, written by the famous Kalidasa. Every member of the cast must be on his mettle.
ACTRESS. Your arrangements are perfect. Nothing will go wrong.
DIRECTOR. (smiling.) To tell the truth, madam,
Until the wise are satisfied,
I cannot feel that skill is shown;
The best-trained mind requires support,
And does not trust itself alone.
ACTRESS. True. What shall we do first?
DIRECTOR. First, you must sing something to please the ears of the audience.
ACTRESS. What season of the year shall I sing about?
DIRECTOR. Why, sing about the pleasant summer which has just begun. For at this time of year
A mid-day plunge will temper heat;
The breeze is rich with forest flowers;
To slumber in the shade is sweet;
And charming are the twilight hours.
ACTRESS. (sings.)
The siris-blossoms fair,
With pollen laden,
Are plucked to deck her hair
By many a maiden,
But gently; flowers like these
Are kissed by eager bees.
DIRECTOR. Well done! The whole theatre is captivated by your song, and sits as if painted. What play shall we give them to keep their good-will?
ACTRESS. Why, you just told me we were to give a new play called Sakuntula and the ring.
DIRECTOR. Thank you for reminding me. For the moment I had quite forgotten.
Your charming song had carried me away
As the deer enticed the hero of our play.
(Exeunt ambo.)
ACT I.
THE HUNT
(Enter, in a chariot, pursuing a deer, KING DUSHYANTA, bow and arrow in hand; and a charioteer.)
CHARIOTEER. (Looking at the KING and the deer.) Your Majesty,
I see you hunt the spotted deer
With shafts to end his race,
As though God Shiva should appear
In his immortal chase.
KING. Charioteer, the deer has led us a long chase. And even now
His neck in beauty bends
As backward looks he sends
At my pursuing car
That threatens death from far.
Fear shrinks to half the body small;
See how he fears the arrow’s fall!
The path he takes is strewed
With blades of grass half-chewed
From jaws wide with the stress
Of fevered weariness.
He leaps so often and so high,
He does not seem to run, but fly.
(In surprise.) Pursue as I may, I can hardly keep him in sight.
CHARIOTEER. Your Majesty, I have been holding the horses back because the ground was rough. This checked us and gave the deer a lead. Now we are on level ground, and you will easily overtake him.
KING. Then let the reins hang loose.
CHARIOTEER. Yes, your Majesty. (He counterfeits rapid motion.) Look, your Majesty!
The lines hang loose; the steeds unrefined
Dart forward with a will.
Their ears are pricked; their necks are strained;
Their plumes lie straight and still.
They leave the rising dust behind;
They seem to float upon the wind.
KING. (joyfully.) See! The horses are gaining on the deer.
As onward and onward the chariot flies,
The small flashes large to my dizzy eyes.
What is cleft in twain, seems to blur and mate;
What is crooked in nature, seems to be straight.
Things at my side in an instant appear
Distant, and things in the distance, near.
A VOICE BEHIND THE SCENES. O King, this deer belongs to the hermitage, and must not be killed.
CHARIOTEER. (listening and looking.) Your Majesty, here are two hermits, come to save the deer at the moment when your arrow was about to fall.
KING. (hastily.) Stop the chariot.
CHARIOTEER. Yes, your Majesty. (He does so. Enter a hermit with his PUPIL.)
HERMIT. (lifting his hand.) O King, this deer belongs to the hermitage.
Why should his tender form expire,
As blossoms perish in the fire?
How could that gentle life endure
The deadly arrow, sharp and sure?
Restore your arrow to the quiver;
To you were weapons lent
The broken-hearted to deliver,
Not strike the innocent.
KING. (bowing low.) It is done. (He does so.)
HERMIT. (joyfully.) A deed worthy of you, scion of Puru’s race, and shining example of kings. May you beget a son to rule earth and heaven.
KING. (bowing low.) I am thankful for a Brahman’s blessing.
THE TWO HERMITS. O King, we are on our way to gather firewood. Here, along the bank of the Malini, you may see the hermitage of Father Kanva, over which Sakuntula presides, so to speak, as guardian deity. Unless other deities prevent, pray enter here and receive a welcome. Besides,
Beholding pious hermit-rites
Preserved from fearful harm,
Perceive the profit of the scars
On your protecting arm.
KING. Is the hermit father there?
THE TWO HERMITS. No, he has left his daughter to welcome guests, and has just gone to Somatirtha, to avert an evil fate that threatens her.
KING. Well, I will see her. She shall feel my devotion, and report it to the sage.
THE TWO HERMITS. Then we will go on our way. (Exit hermit with PUPIL.)
KING. Charioteer, drive on. A sight of the pious hermitage will purify us.
CHARIOTEER. Yes, your Majesty. (He counterfeits motion again.)
KING. (looking about.) One would know, without being told, that this is the precinct of a pious grove.
CHARIOTEER. How so?
KING. Do you not see? Why, here
Are rice-grains, dropped from bills of parrot chicks
Beneath the trees; and pounding-stones where sticks
A little almond-oil; and trustful deer
That do not run away as we draw near;
And river-paths that are besprinkled yet
From trickling hermit-garments, clean and wet.
Besides,
The roots of trees are washed by many a stream
That breezes ruffle; and the flowers’ red gleam
Is dimmed by pious smoke; and fearless fawns
Move softly on the close-cropped forest lawns.
CHARIOTEER. It is all true.
KING. (after a little.) We must not disturb the hermitage. Stop here while I dismount.
CHARIOTEER. I am holding the reins. Dismount, your Majesty.
KING. (dismounts and looks at himself.) One should wear modest garments