intensity it is true to one for ever; in its range it embraces the whole universe. It is fulfilled by renunciation, gratified by sorrow, and rendered eternal by religion. In the midst of this beauty, the impetuous unruly love of man and woman has restrained itself and attained to a profound peace, like a wild torrent merged in the ocean of goodness. Therefore is such love higher and more wonderful than wild and untrained Passion.1 1 This article was originally written by the author in Bengali and was translated into English by Professor Jadunath Sarkar. STAGE PROLOGUE (Discovers the STAGE MANAGER) (Looking towards the Tiring-room) Lady, when your tiring is complete, will it please you to come this way. (Enter ACTRESS) ACTRESS. I am here, sir; what is your command? MAN. We are before the eyes of a discerning audience, and have to present before them a new drama by Kalidasa called Sakuntala, or The Ring of Recognition. Let each actor endeavour to do his best. ACTRESS. You, sir, have so wisely assigned the cast, that nothing will go amiss. Call not the actor perfect in his art MAN. |