On this, the sun preceded by the dawn
Appears: the setting and the rise at once
Of these two orbs the symbols are of man’s
Own fluctuating fortunes in the world.
Then he continues—
The moon has gone; the lilies on the lake,
Whose beauty lingers in the memory,
No more delight my gaze: they droop and fade;
Deep is their sorrow for their absent lord.
The aged hermit of the grove thus expresses his feelings at the approaching loss of Çakuntalā—