She who is leaning, apparently a little tired, against the stem of that mango-tree, the tender leaves of which glitter with the water she has poured upon them. Her arms are gracefully extended; her face is somewhat flushed with the heat; and a few flowers have escaped from her hair, which has become unfastened, and hangs in loose tresses about her neck. That must be the queen [S']akoontalá, and the others, I presume, are her two attendants.
KING.
I congratulate you on your discernment. Behold the proof of my passion;
My finger, burning with the glow of love[93],
Has left its impress on the painted tablet;
While here and there, alas! a scalding tear
Has fallen on the cheek and dimmed its brightness.
Chaturiká, the garden in the background of the picture is only half-painted. Go, fetch the brush that I may finish it.
CHATURIKÁ.
Worthy Má[t.]havya, have the kindness to hold the picture until I return.
KING.
Nay, I will hold it myself.
[Takes the picture.