ACT VII.
SCENE.—The Sky.
Enter KING DUSHYANTA and MÁTALI in the car of Indra, moving in the air.
KING.
My good Mátali, it appears to me incredible that I can merit such a mark of distinction for having simply fulfilled the behests of the great Indra.
MÁTALI. [Smiling.
Great Prince, it seems to me that neither of you is satisfied with himself.
You underrate the services you have rendered,
And think too highly of the god's reward;
He deems it scarce sufficient recompense
For your heroic deeds on his behalf.
KING.
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.
KING.
The praise of my victory must be ascribed to the majesty of
Indra.
When mighty gods make men their delegates
In martial enterprise, to them belongs
The palm of victory; and not to mortals.
Could the pale Dawn dispel the shades of night,
Did not the god of day, whose diadem
Is jewelled with a thousand beams of light,
Place him in front of his effulgent car[11]?
MÁTALI.
A very just comparison!
[Driving on.]
Great King, behold! the glory of thy fame has reached even to the vault of heaven.
Hark! yonder inmates of the starry sphere
Sing anthems worthy of thy martial deeds,
While with celestial colours they depict
The story of thy victories on scrolls
Formed of the leaves of heaven's immortal trees.
KING.
My good Mátali, yesterday, when I ascended the sky, I was so eager to do battle with the demons, that the road by which we were travelling towards Indra's heaven escaped my observation. Tell me, in which path of the seven winds are we now moving?
MÁTALI.
We journey in the path of Parivaha[109]—
The wind that bears along the triple Ganges[110]
And causes Ursa's seven stars to roll
In their appointed orbits, scattering
Their several rays with equal distribution.
'Tis the same path that once was sanctified
By the divine impression of the foot
Of Vishnu, when, to conquer haughty Bali,
He spanned the heavens in his second stride[111].
KING.
This is the reason, I suppose, that a sensation of calm repose pervades all my senses.
[Looking down at the wheels.]
Ah! Mátali, we are descending towards the earth's atmosphere.
MÁTALI.
What makes you think so?
KING.
The car itself instructs me; we are moving
O'er pregnant clouds, surcharged with rain; below us
I see the moisture-loving Chátakas[112]
In sportive flight dart through the spokes; the steeds
Of Indra glisten with the lightning's flash;
And a thick mist bedews the circling wheels.
MÁTALI.
You are right; in a little while the chariot will touch the ground, and you will be in your own dominions.
KING. [Looking down.
How wonderful the appearance of the earth as we rapidly descend!
Stupendous prospect! yonder lofty hills
Do suddenly uprear their towering heads
Amid the plain, while from beneath their crests
The ground receding sinks; the trees, whose stem
Seemed lately hid within their leafy tresses,
Rise into elevation, and display
Their branching shoulders; yonder streams, whose waters,
Like silver threads, were scarce, but now, discerned,
Grow into mighty rivers; lo! the earth
Seems upward hurled by some gigantic power.
MÁTALI.
Well described!
[Looking with awe.]
Grand, indeed, and lovely is the spectacle presented by the earth.
KING.
Tell me, Mátali, what is the range of mountains which, like a bank of clouds illumined by the setting sun, pours down a stream of gold? On one side its base dips into the eastern ocean, and on the other side into the western.
MÁTALI.
Great Prince, it is called 'Golden-peak[113],' and is the abode of the attendants of the god of wealth. In this spot the highest forms of penance are wrought out.
There Ka[s']yapa[114], the great progenitor
Of demons and of gods, himself the offspring
Of the divine Maríchi, Brahmá's son,
With Adití, his wife, in calm seclusion,
Does holy penance for the good of mortals.
KING.
Then I must not neglect so good an opportunity of obtaining his blessing. I should much like to visit this venerable personage and offer him my homage.
MÁTALI.
By all means. An excellent idea!
[Guides the car to the earth.
KING. [In a tone of wonder.
How's this?
Our chariot wheels move noiselessly. Around
No clouds of dust arise; no shock betokened
Our contact with the earth; we seem to glide
Above the ground, so lightly do we touch it.
MÁTALI.
Such is the difference between the car of Indra and that of your
Majesty.
KING.
In which direction, Mátali, is Ka[s']yapa's sacred retreat?
MÁTALI. [Pointing.
Where stands yon anchorite, towards the orb
Of the meridian sun, immovable
As a tree's stem, his body half-concealed
By a huge ant-hill. Bound about his breast
No sacred cord is twined[115], but in its stead
A hideous serpent's skin. In place of necklace,
The tendrils of a withered creeper chafe
His wasted neck. His matted hair depends
In thick entanglement about his shoulders,
And birds construct their nests within its folds[116].
KING.
I salute thee, thou man of austere devotion.
MÁTALI. [Holding in the reins of the car.
Great Prince, we are now in the sacred grove of the holy Ka[s']yapa—the grove that boasts as its ornament one of the five trees of Indra's heaven, reared by Adití.
KING.
This sacred retreat is more delightful than heaven itself. I could almost fancy myself bathing in a pool of nectar.
MÁTALI. [Stopping the chariot.
Descend, mighty Prince.
KING. [Descending.
And what will you do, Mátali?
MÁTALI.
The chariot will remain where I have stopped it. We may both descend.
[Doing so.]
This way, great King.
[Walking on.]
You see around you the celebrated region where the holiest sages devote themselves to penitential rites.
KING.
I am filled with awe and wonder as I gaze.
In such a place as this do saints of earth
Long to complete their acts of penance; here,
Beneath the shade of everlasting trees.
Transplanted from the groves of Paradise,
May they inhale the balmy air, and need
No other nourishment[117]; here may they bathe
In fountains sparkling with the golden dust
Of lilies; here, on jewelled slabs of marble,
In meditation rapt, may they recline;
Here, in the presence of celestial nymphs,
E'en passion's voice is powerless to move them.
MÁTALI.
So true is it that the aspirations of the good and great are ever soaring upwards.
[Turning round and speaking off the stage.]
Tell me, Vriddha-[S']ákalya, how is the divine son of Maríchi now engaged? What sayest thou? that he is conversing with Adití and some of the wives of the great sages, and that they are questioning him respecting the duties of a faithful wife?
KING. [Listening.
Then we must await the holy father's leisure.
MÁTALI. [Looking at the KING.
If your Majesty will rest under the shade, at the foot of this A[s']oka-tree [118], I will seek an opportunity of announcing your arrival to Indra's reputed father.
KING.
As you think proper.
[Remains under the tree.
MÁTALI.
Great King, I go. [Exit.
KING. [Feeling his arm throb.
Wherefore this causeless throbbing, O mine arm[18]?
All hope has fled for ever; mock me not
With presages of good, when happiness
Is lost, and nought but misery remains.
A VOICE BEHIND THE SCENES.
Be not so naughty. Do you begin already to show a refractory spirit?
KING. [Listening.
This is no place for petulance. Who can it be whose behaviour calls for such a rebuke?
[Looking in the direction of the sound and smiling.]
A child, is it? closely attended by two holy women. His disposition seems anything but child-like. See!
He braves the fury of yon lioness
Suckling its savage offspring, and compels
The angry whelp to leave the half-sucked dug,
Tearing its tender mane in boisterous sport.
Enter a CHILD, attended by TWO WOMEN of the hermitage, in the manner described.
CHILD.
Open your mouth, my young lion, I want to count your teeth.
FIRST ATTENDANT.
You naughty child, why do you tease the animals? Know you not that we cherish them in this hermitage as if they were our own children? In good sooth, you have a high spirit of your own, and are beginning already to do justice to the name Sarva-damana ('All-taming'), given you by the hermits.
KING.
Strange! My heart inclines towards the boy with almost as much affection as if he were my own child. What can be the reason? I suppose my own childlessness makes me yearn towards the sons of others.
SECOND ATTENDANT.
This lioness will certainly attack you if you do not release her whelp.
CHILD. [Laughing.
Oh! indeed! let her come. Much I fear her, to be sure!
[Pouts his under-lip in defiance.
KING.
The germ of mighty courage lies concealed
Within this noble infant, like a spark
Beneath the fuel, waiting but a breath
To fan the flame and raise a conflagration.
FIRST ATTENDANT.
Let the young lion go, like a dear child, and I will give you something else to play with.
CHILD.
Where is it? Give it me first.
[Stretches out his hand.
KING. [Looking at his hand.
How's that? His hand exhibits one of those mystic marks[84] which are the sure prognostic of universal empire. See! His fingers stretched in eager expectation To grasp the wished-for toy, and knit together By a close-woven web, in shape resemble A lotus blossom, whose expanding petals The early dawn has only half unfolded.
SECOND ATTENDANT.
We shall never pacify him by mere words, dear Suvratá. Be kind enough to go to my cottage, and you will find there a plaything belonging to Márkandeya, one of the hermit's children. It is a peacock made of china-ware, painted in many colours. Bring it here for the child.
FIRST ATTENDANT.
Very well. [Exit.
CHILD.
No, no; I shall go on playing with the young lion.
[Looks at the FEMALE ATTENDANT and laughs.
KING.
I feel an unaccountable affection for this wayward child.
How blessed the virtuous parents whose attire
Is soiled with dust, by raising from the ground
The child that asks a refuge in their arms!
And happy are they while with lisping prattle,
In accents sweetly inarticulate,
He charms their ears; and with his artless smiles
Gladdens their hearts[119], revealing to their gaze
His pearly teeth just budding into view.
ATTENDANT.
I see how it is. He pays me no manner of attention.
[Looking off the stage.]
I wonder whether any of the hermits are about here.
[ Seeing the KING.]
Kind Sir, could you come hither a moment and help me to release the young lion from the clutch of this child who is teasing him in boyish play?
KING. [Approaching and smiling.
Listen to me, thou child of a mighty saint!
Dost thou dare show a wayward spirit here?
Here, in this hallowed region? Take thou heed
Lest, as the serpent's young defiles the sandal[71],
Thou bring dishonour on the holy sage
Thy tender-hearted parent, who delights
To shield from harm the tenants of the wood.
ATTENDANT.
Gentle Sir, I thank you; but he is not the saint's son.
KING.
His behaviour and whole bearing would have led me to doubt it, had not the place of his abode encouraged the idea.
[Follows the CHILD, and takes him by the hand, according to
the request of the attendant. Aside.
I marvel that the touch of this strange child
Should thrill me with delight; if so it be,
How must the fond caresses of a son
Transport the father's soul who gave him being!
ATTENDANT. [Looking at them both.
Wonderful! Prodigious!
KING.
What excites your surprise, my good woman?
ATTENDANT.
I am astonished at the striking resemblance between the child and yourself; and, what is still more extraordinary, he seems to have taken to you kindly and submissively, though you are a stranger to him.
KING. [Fondling the CHILD.
If he be not the son of the great sage, of what family does he come, may I ask?
ATTENDANT.
Of the race of Puru.
KING. [Aside.
What! are we, then, descended from the same ancestry? This, no doubt, accounts for the resemblance she traces between the child and me. Certainly it has always been an established usage among the princes of Puru's race,
To dedicate the morning of their days
To the world's weal, in palaces and halls,
'Mid luxury and regal pomp abiding;
Then, in the wane of life, to seek release
From kingly cares, and make the hallowed shade
Of sacred trees their last asylum, where
As hermits they may practise self-abasement,
And bind themselves by rigid vows of penance.
[Aloud.]
But how could mortals by their own power gain admission to this sacred region?
ATTENDANT.
Your remark is just; but your wonder will cease when I tell you that his mother is the offspring of a celestial nymph, and gave him birth in the hallowed grove of Ka[s']yapa.
KING. [Aside.
Strange that my hopes should be again excited!
[Aloud.]
But what, let me ask, was the name of the prince whom she deigned to honour with her hand?
ATTENDANT.
How could I think of polluting my lips by the mention of a wretch who had the cruelty to desert his lawful wife?
KING. [Aside.
Ha! the description suits me exactly. Would I could bring myself to inquire the name of the child's mother!
[Reflecting.]
But it is against propriety to make too minute inquiries about the wife of another man[120].
FIRST ATTENDANT.
[Entering with the china peacock in her hand.
Sarva-damana, Sarva-damana, see, see, what a beautiful [S']akoonta (bird).
CHILD. [Looking round.
My mother! Where? Let me go to her.
BOTH ATTENDANTS.
He mistook the word [S']akoonta for [S']akoontalá. The boy dotes upon his mother, and she is ever uppermost in his thoughts.
SECOND ATTENDANT.
Nay, my dear child, I said: Look at the beauty of this [S']akoonta.
KING. [Aside.
What! is his mother's name [S']akoontalá? But the name is not uncommon among women. Alas! I fear the mere similarity of a name, like the deceitful vapour of the desert[94], has once more raised my hopes only to dash them to the ground.
CHILD.
Dear nurse, what a beautiful peacock!
[Takes the toy.
FIRST ATTENDANT.
[Looking at the CHILD. In great distress.
Alas! alas! I do not see the amulet on his wrist.
KING.
Don't distress yourself. Here it is. It fell off while he was struggling with the young lion.
[Stoops to pick it up.
BOTH ATTENDANTS.
Hold! hold! Touch it not, for your life. How marvellous! He has actually taken it up without the slightest hesitation.
[Both raise their hands to their breasts and look at each other in astonishment.
KING.
Why did you try to prevent my touching it?
FIRST ATTENDANT.
Listen, great Monarch. This amulet, known as 'The Invincible,' was given to the boy by the divine son of Maríchi, soon after his birth, when the natal ceremony was performed. Its peculiar virtue is, that when it falls on the ground, no one except the father or mother of the child can touch it unhurt.
KING.
And suppose another person touches it?
FIRST ATTENDANT.
Then it instantly becomes a serpent, and bites him.
KING.
Have you ever witnessed the transformation with your own eyes?
BOTH ATTENDANTS.
Over and over again.
KING. [With rapture. Aside.
Joy! joy! Are then my dearest hopes to be fulfilled?
[Embraces the CHILD.
SECOND ATTENDANT.
Come, my dear Suvratá, we must inform [S']akoontalá immediately of this wonderful event, though we have to interrupt her in the performance of her religious vows.
[Exeunt.
CHILD. [To the KING.
Don't hold me. I want to go to my mother.
KING.
We will go to her together, and give her joy, my son.
CHILD.
Dushyanta is my father, not you.
KING. [Smiling.
His contradiction only convinces me the more.
Enter [S']AKOONTALÁ, in widow's apparel, with her long hair twisted into a single braid.
[S']AKOONTALÁ. [Aside.
I have just heard that Sarva-damana's amulet has retained its form, though a stranger raised it from the ground. I can hardly believe in my good fortune. Yet why should not Sánumatí's prediction be verified?
KING.
Alas! can this indeed be my [S']akoontalá?
Clad in the weeds of widowhood, her face
Emaciate with fasting, her long hair
Twined in a single braid[121], her whole demeanour
Expressive of her purity of soul;
With patient constancy she thus prolongs
The vow to which my cruelty condemned her.
[S']AKOONTALÁ. [Gazing at the KING, who is pale with remorse.
Surely this is not like my husband; yet who can it be that dares pollute by the pressure of his hand my child, whose amulet should protect him from a stranger's touch?
CHILD. [Going to his mother.
Mother, who is this man that has been kissing me and calling me his son?
KING.
My best beloved, I have indeed treated thee most cruelly, but am now once more thy fond and affectionate lover. Refuse not to acknowledge me as thy husband.
[S']AKOONTALÁ. [Aside.
Be of good cheer, my heart. The anger of Destiny is at last appeased. Heaven regards thee with compassion. But is he in very truth my husband?
KING.
Behold me, best and loveliest of women,
Delivered from the cloud of fatal darkness
That erst oppressed my memory. Again
Behold us brought together by the grace
Of the great lord of Heaven. So the moon
Shines forth from dim eclipse [122], to blend his rays
With the soft lustre of his Rohiní.
[S']AKOONTALÁ.
May my husband be victorious—
[She stops short, her voice choked with tears.
KING.
O fair one, though the utterance of thy prayer
Be lost amid the torrent of thy tears,
Yet does the sight of thy fair countenance
And of thy pallid lips, all unadorned[123]
And colourless in sorrow for my absence,
Make me already more than conqueror.
CHILD.
Mother, who is this man?
[S']AKOONTALÁ.
My child, ask the deity that presides over thy destiny.
KING. [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?
KING.
As soon as my heart's anguish is removed, and its wounds are healed, I will tell thee all.
Oh! let me, fair one, chase away the drop
That still bedews the fringes of thine eye;
And let me thus efface the memory
Of every tear that stained thy velvet cheek,
Unnoticed and unheeded by thy lord,
When in his madness he rejected thee.
[Wipes away the tear.
[S']AKOONTALÁ.
[Seeing the signet-ring on his finger.
Ah! my dear husband, is that the Lost Ring?
KING.
Yes; the moment I recovered it my memory was restored.
[S']AKOONTALÁ.
The ring was to blame in allowing itself to be lost at the very time when I was anxious to convince my noble husband of the reality of my marriage.
KING.
Receive it back, as the beautiful twining-plant receives again its blossom in token of its reunion with the spring.
[S']AKOONTALÁ.
Nay; I can never more place confidence in it. Let my husband retain it.
[Enter MÁTALI.
MÁTALI.
I congratulate your Majesty. Happy are you in your reunion with your wife; happy are you in beholding the face of your own son.
KING.
Yes, indeed. My heart's dearest wish has borne sweet fruit. But tell me, Mátali, is this joyful event known to the great Indra?
MÁTALI. [Smiling.
What is unknown to the gods? But come with me, noble Prince, the divine Ka[s']yapa graciously permits thee to be presented to him.
KING.
[S']akoontalá, take our child and lead the way. We will together go into the presence of the holy Sage.
[S']AKOONTALÁ.
I shrink from entering the august presence of the great Saint, even with my husband at my side.
KING.
Nay; on such a joyous occasion it is highly proper. Come, come; I entreat thee.
[All advance.
KA[S']YAPA is discovered seated on a throne with his wife ADITI.
KA[S']YAPA.
[Gazing at DUSHYANTA. To his wife.
O Adití,
This is the mighty hero, King Dushyanta,
Protector of the earth; who, at the head
Of the celestial armies of thy son,
Does battle with the enemies of heaven.
Thanks to his bow, the thunderbolt of Indra
Rests from its work, no more the minister
Of death and desolation to the world,
But a mere symbol of divinity.
ADITI.
He bears in his noble form all the marks of dignity.
MÁTALI. [To DUSHYANTA
Sire, the venerable progenitors of the celestials are gazing at your Majesty with as much affection as if you were their son. You may advance towards them.
KING.
Are these, O Mátali, the holy pair,
Offspring of Daksha and divine Maríchi,
Children of Brahmá's sons[125], by sages deemed
Sole fountain of celestial light, diffused
Through twelve effulgent orbs [114]? Are these the pair
From whom the ruler of the triple world [126],
Sovereign of gods and lord of sacrifice,
Sprang into being? That immortal pair
Whom Vishnu, greater than the Self-existent [127],
Chose for his parents, when, to save mankind,
He took upon himself the shape of mortals?
MÁTALI.
Even so.
KING. [Prostrating himself.
Most august of beings! Dushyanta, content to have fulfilled the commands of your son Indra, offers you his adoration.
KA[S']YAPA.
My son, long may'st thou live, and happily may'st thou reign over the earth!
ADITI.
My son, may'st thou ever be invincible in the field of battle!
[S']AKOONTALÁ.
I also prostrate myself before you, most adorable Beings, and my child with me.
KA[S']YAPA.
My daughter,
Thy lord resembles Indra, and thy child
Is noble as Jayanta, Indra's son;
I have no worthier blessing left for thee,
May'st thou be faithful as the god's own wife!
ADITI.
My daughter, may'st thou be always the object of thy husband's fondest love; and may thy son live long to be the joy of both his parents! Be seated.
[All sit down in the presence of KA[S']YAPA.
KA[S']YAPA. [Regarding each of them by turns.
Hail to the beautiful [S']akoontalá,
Hail to her noble son, and hail to thee,
Illustrious Prince—rare triple combination
Of virtue, wealth, and energy united!
KING.
Most venerable Ka[s']yapa, by your favour all my desires were accomplished even before I was admitted to your presence. Never was mortal so honoured that his boon should be granted ere it was solicited. Because—
Bloom before fruit, the clouds before the rain,
Cause first and then effect, in endless sequence,
Is the unchanging law of constant nature;
But, ere the blessing issued from thy lips,
The wishes of my heart were all fulfilled.
MÁTALI.
It is thus that the great progenitors of the world confer favours.
KING.
Most reverend Sage, this thy handmaid was married to me by the Gándharva ceremony[55], and after a time was conducted to my palace by her relations. Meanwhile a fatal delusion seized me; I lost my memory and rejected her, thus committing a grievous offence against the venerable Kanwa, who is of thy divine race. Afterwards the sight of this ring restored my faculties, and brought back to my mind all the circumstances of my union with his daughter. But my conduct still seems to me incomprehensible;
As foolish as the fancies of a man
Who, when he sees an elephant, denies
That 'tis an elephant; then afterwards,
When its huge bulk moves onward, hesitates;
Yet will not be convinced till it has passed
For ever from his sight, and left behind
No vestige of its presence save its footsteps.
KA[S']YAPA.
My son, cease to think thyself in fault. Even the delusion that possessed thy mind was not brought about by any act of thine. Listen to me.
KING.
I am attentive.
KA[S']YAPA.
Know that when the nymph Menaká, the mother of [S']akoontalá, became aware of her daughter's anguish in consequence of the loss of the ring at the nymph's pool, and of thy subsequent rejection of her, she brought her and confided her to the care of Adití. And I no sooner saw her than I ascertained by my divine faculty of meditation[134], that thy repudiation of thy poor faithful wife had been caused entirely by the curse of Durvásas—not by thine own fault—and that the spell would terminate on the discovery of the ring.
KING. [Drawing a deep breath.
Oh! what a weight is taken off my mind, now that my character is cleared of reproach.
[S']AKOONTALÁ. [Aside.
Joy! joy! My revered husband did not, then, reject me without good reason, though I have no recollection of the curse pronounced upon me. But, in all probability, I unconsciously brought it upon myself, when I was so distracted on being separated from my husband soon after our marriage. For I now remember that my two friends advised me not to fail to show the ring in case he should have forgotten me.
KA[S']YAPA.
At last, my daughter, thou art happy, and hast gained thy heart's desire. Indulge, then, no feeling of resentment against thy consort. See, now,
Though he repulsed thee, 'twas the sage's curse
That clouded his remembrance; 'twas the curse
That made thy tender husband harsh towards thee.
Soon as the spell was broken, and his soul
Delivered from its darkness, in a moment,
Thou didst regain thine empire o'er his heart.
So on the tarnished surface of a mirror
No image is reflected, till the dust,
That dimmed its wonted lustre, is removed.
KING.
Holy father, see here the hope of my royal race.
[Takes his child by the hand.
KA[S']YAPA.
Know that he, too, will become the monarch of the
wholes earth. Observe,
Soon, a resistless hero, shall he cross
The trackless ocean, borne above the waves
In an aërial car; and shall subdue
The earth's seven sea-girt isles[128]. Now has he gained,
As the brave tamer of the forest-beasts,
The title Sarva-damana; but then
Mankind shall hail him as King Bharata[129],
And call him the supporter of the world.
KING.
We cannot but entertain the highest hopes of a child for whom your Highness performed the natal rites.
ADITI.
My revered husband, should not the intelligence be conveyed to Kanwa, that his daughter's wishes are fulfilled, and her happiness complete? He is [S']akoontalá's foster-father. Menaká, who is one of my attendants, is her mother, and dearly does she love her daughter.
[S']AKOONTALÁ. [Aside.
The venerable matron has given utterance to the very wish that was in my mind.
KA[S']YAPA.
His penances have gained for him the faculty of omniscience, and the whole scene is already present to his mind's eye.
KING.
Then most assuredly he cannot be very angry with me.
KA[S']YAPA.
Nevertheless, it becomes us to send him intelligence of this happy event, and hear his reply. What ho there!
PUPIL. [Entering.
Holy father, what are your commands?
KA[S']YAPA.
My good Gálava, delay not an instant, but hasten through the air and convey to the venerable Kanwa, from me, the happy news that the fatal spell has ceased, that Dushyanta's memory is restored, that his daughter [S']akoontalá has a son, and that she is once more tenderly acknowledged by her husband.
PUPIL.
Your Highness' commands shall be obeyed.
[Exit.
KA[S']YAPA.
And now, my dear son, take thy consort and thy child, re-ascend the car of Indra, and return to thy imperial capital.
KING.
Most holy father, I obey.
KA[S']YAPA.
And accept this blessing—
For countless ages may the god of gods,
Lord of the atmosphere, by copious showers
Secure abundant harvests to thy subjects;
And thou by frequent offerings preserve
The Thunderer's friendship. Thus, by interchange
Of kindly actions may you both confer
Unnumbered benefits on earth and heaven.
KING.
Holy father, I will strive, as far as I am able, to attain this happiness.
KA[S']YAPA.
What other favour can I bestow on thee, my son?
KING.
What other can I desire? If, however, you permit me to form another wish, I would humbly beg that the saying of the sage Bharata[130] be fulfilled:
May kings reign only for their subjects' weal;
May the divine Saraswatí[131], the source
Of speech, and goddess of dramatic art,
Be ever honoured by the great and wise;
And may the purple self-existent god[132],
Whose vital Energy[133] pervades all space,
From future transmigrations save my soul.
[Exeunt omnes.