An ancient heathen poet, loving more
God's creatures, and His women, and His flowers
Than we who boast of consecrated powers;
Still lavishing his unexhausted store
Of love's deep, simple wisdom, healing o'er
The world's sorrows, India's griefs and ours;
That healing love he found in palace towers,
On mountain, plain, and dark, sea-belted shore,
In songs of holy Raghu's kingly line
Oh sweet Shakuntala in pious grove,
In hearts that met where starry jasmines twine
Or hearts that from long, lovelorn abscence strove
Together. Still his words of wisdom shine:
All's well with man, when man and woman love.
Shakuntala pretending to remove a thorn from her foot, while actually looking for her lover, Dushyantha by Raja Ravi Verma 1870.