Kalidasa,
Sakoontala; Or, The Lost Ring: An Indian Drama
“ KANWA. [Sighing.Well, Anasúyá, your sister has departed. Moderate your grief, both of you, and follow me, I go back to the hermitage.PRIYAMVADÁ AND ANASÚYÁ. Holy father, the sacred grove will be a desert without [S'] akoontalá. How can we ever return to it?KANWA. It is natural enough that your affection should make you view it in this light. [Walking pensively on.] As for me, I am quite surprised at myself. Now that I have fairly dismissed her to her husband's house, my mind is easy; for, indeed, A daughter is a loan—a precious jewel Lent to a parent till her husband claim her. ”
