02 (Sakuntala) Visit To The Hermitage

In the absence of Kanva, the Sage, Dushyanta went to the hermitage, To meet Sakuntala, his daughter, Curiously as a surprise visitor. A holy atmosphere around, On the way, the king found, Besides many signs of peace, A place fit for penance. Parrots lived in tree-holes, Spilling down paddy grains, Thus covering the tree-base With a blanket of grains! Oil-seeds fallen and broken, To the stones, gave a shine! Unmindful of a chariot near, Deer grazed there with no fear. Water dripping on floors From the wet-bark-dresses Showed straight the path Leading to a river-bath. Deep canals washed the tree-roots, When the wind pushed their waves. Soot from fire blackened the leaves Thus showing pale dullness. With no fears bound, Young deer ran around, Grazing in the wet plains With half-cut sacred-grass. He said, “Oh charioteer, Stop the chariot here, Far away, at a distance, From this holy place.” “We should not cause, Any kind of disturbance, Or even an inconvenience To the residents of this place.” “Take my royal jewels, And these harmful bows. Let me go in humble dress, Without making any fuss.” “Give the horses a wash, With water, cool and fresh, So, they’ll be fit to run By the time, I return.” He proceeded straight To the entrance gate Of the pious hermit To pay his humble visit. “How silent this place is? Why my arm throbs? Will my wish fulfill? Who knows God’s will? ” “What’s destined to happen Will no doubt happen. And find its way anywhere Any time, here or there.” He saw three young girls More like beautiful pearls, Carrying their water pots Just to water the plants. “Such beauties are rare In palaces, anywhere, But I find them here So pretty like a creeper.” “This fact none can refute, That a creeper in a forest Is far better than one Growing in a garden.” A thought of this kind, Rolled into his mind, On seeing the three girls Even in their bark-dresses.