Sakoontala; Or, The Lost Ring: An Indian Drama — Reading Notes

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Kālidāsa, Monier-Williams, Monier, Sir, 1819-1899 [Translator] Project Gutenberg 2004 Not confirmed
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Reading time 227 min
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Kālidāsa's Sanskrit drama, translated by Monier Monier-Williams, follows King Dushyanta's encounter with the hermitage-dwelling Sakoontalā, their secret marriage, and a curse causing him to forget her until a lost ring restores his memory. The excerpts reveal the play's poetic dialogue, formal courtly language, and the tension between royal duty and personal affection.
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ome King named Vikramáditya received Kálidása at his Court, and honoured him by his patronage about that time. Little, however, is known of the circumstances of his life. There is certainly no satisfactory evidence to be adduced in support of the tradition current in India that he lived in the time of the _great_ King Vikramáditya I., whose capital was Ujjayiní, now Oujein.

From the absence of historical literature in India, our knowledge of the state of Hindústán between the incursion of Alexander and the Muhammadan conquest is very slight. But it is ascertained with tolerable accuracy that, after the invasion of the kingdoms of Bactria and Afghánistán, the Tartars or Scythians (called by the Hindús '[S']akas') overran the north-western provinces of India, and retained possession of them. The great Vikramáditya or Vikramárka succeeded in driving back the barbaric hordes beyond the Indus, and so consolidated his empire that it extended over the whole of Northern Hindústán. His name is even now cherished among the Hindús with pride and affection. His victory over the Scythians is believed to have taken place about B.C. 57. At any rate this is the starting-point of the Vikrama (also called the Málava and in later times the Samvat) era, one of the epochs from which the Hindús still continue to count. There is good authority for affirming that the reign of this Vikramárka or Vikramáditya was equal in brilliancy to that of any monarch in any age. He was a liberal patron of science and literature, and gave splendid encouragement to poets, philologists, astronomers, and mathematicians. Nine illustrious men of genius are said to have adorned his Court, and to have been supported by his bounty. They were called the 'Nine Gems'; and a not unnatural tradition, which, however, must be considered untrustworthy, included Kálidása among the Nine.

To Kálidása (as to another celebrated Indian Dramatist, Bhavabhúti, who probably flourished in the eighth century) only three plays are attributed; and of these the '[S']akoontalá' (here translated) has acquired the greatest celebrity [2].

Indeed, the popularity of this play with the natives of India exceeds that of any other dramatic, and probably of any other poetical composition [3]. But it is not in India alone that the '[S']akoontalá' is known and admired. Its excellence is now recognized in every literary circle throughout the continent of Europe; and its beauties, if not yet universally known and appreciated, are at least acknowledged by many learned men in every country of the civilized world. The four well-known lines of Goethe, so often quoted in relation to the Indian drama, may here be repeated:

'Willst du die Blüthe des frühen, die Früchte des späteren Jahres, Willst du was reizt und entzückt, willst du was sättigt und nährt, Willst du den Himmel, die Erde, mit einem Namen begreifen: Nenn' ich, [S']akoontalá, Dich, und so ist Alles gesagt.'

'Would'st thou the young year's blossoms and the fruits of its decline, And all by which the soul is charmed, enraptured, feasted, fed? Would'st thou the Earth and Heaven itself in one sole name combine? I name thee, O [S']akoontalá! and all at once is said.'

Augustus William von Schlegel, in his first Lecture on Dramatic Literature, says: 'Among the Indians, the people from whom perhaps all the cultivation of the human race has been derived, plays were known long before they could have experienced any foreign influence. It has lately been made known in Europe that they have a rich dramatic literature, which ascends back for more than two thousand years. The only specimen of their plays (Nátaks) hitherto known to us is the delightful [S']akoontalá, which, notwithstanding the colouring of a foreign clime, bears in its general structure a striking resemblance to our romantic drama.'

Alexander von Humboldt, in treating of Indian poetry, observes: 'Kálidása, the celebrated author of the [S']akoontalá, is a masterly describer of the influence which Nature exercises upon the minds of lovers. This great poet flourished at the splendid court of Vikramáditya, and was, therefore, cotemporary with Virgil and Horace. Tenderness in the expression of feeling, and richness of creative fancy, have assigned to him his lofty place among the poets of all nations'.

The play opens with King Dushyanta pursuing a deer into a sacred grove, where he encounters the hermitage of Kanwa. The translator's preface notes that this version, first published in 1855, was revised over forty years later, with Monier-Williams aiming to clothe Oriental ideas in a dress conformable to European canons of taste. The dialogue immediately establishes a contrast between the king's worldly authority and the hermits' ascetic calm, as when the warder observes the king's curiosity about a veiled woman among the sombre hermits.

The Hermits' Address and the King's Dilemma

The arrival of the hermits with a message from Kanwa introduces the central conflict. Their speech is formal and deferential, praising the king as 'Defender of the Just' and comparing his protection to the sun's rays. The king's response is measured, inquiring after Kanwa's health. When the hermit S'árngarava reveals that Sakoontalā is Kanwa's daughter and that the king married her privately, Dushyanta's reaction is one of apparent disbelief: 'What strange proposal is this?' The dialogue here is layered with dramatic irony, as the audience knows of the marriage but the king does not remember it. The hermits' argument that a wife must live with her husband, even if unloved, underscores the social and religious stakes.

Sakoontalā's Silent Vigil

Sakoontalā's voice is largely internal in the excerpts, conveyed through asides that reveal her anxiety. When the king hesitates, she murmurs, 'His words are like fire to me.' Earlier, she places her hand on her bosom and tells herself, 'Remember thy lord's affection, and take courage.' These brief glimpses into her inner state contrast with the formal exchanges around her. The play's structure uses her silence to heighten tension, making her eventual confrontation with the king more poignant. The excerpts do not show the curse that causes the king's forgetfulness, but the reader senses a rupture between the private bond and public recognition.

The Translator's Mediation

Monier-Williams's preface is explicit about his approach: he chose a free translation over a literal one, believing the latter would not give a true idea of the beauty of India's most cherished drama to general readers. He notes that his version has been used in stage performances by English-speaking Indians in Calcutta, Madras, and Bombay. The excerpts show his rendering in verse and prose, with stage directions like Looking at Sakoontalá and Aside. The language is elevated but accessible, with similes such as 'Like a fresh bud 'mid sear and yellow leaves.' This editorial choice shapes how a first-time reader encounters the play's emotional and cultural landscape.

Ritual and Royalty in Dialogue

The exchanges between the king and the hermits are steeped in ritual language. The hermits extend their hands and say, 'Victory to the King!' The king responds with 'Accept my respectful greeting.' The priest acts as an intermediary, announcing that the hermits have a message. This formal structure mirrors the courtly protocols of ancient Indian drama. The king's question—'I trust no one is molesting you in the prosecution of your religious rites'—shows his role as protector, while the hermits' reply reinforces his authority. The dialogue is not merely expository; it builds a world where divine and temporal power intersect, and where personal emotion must navigate rigid social forms.

Readers approaching this translation should attend to the interplay between the king's public persona and his private confusion, as well as Sakoontalā's quiet resilience. The excerpts offer only fragments of the full plot—the lost ring and the curse are mentioned in the title but not dramatized in these passages. Pay attention to how the translator's choices in verse and prose shape the rhythm of the scenes, and how the formal greetings and asides create a layered dramatic texture that rewards careful reading.

That lost ring—how a single object can hold an entire life’s grief. It reminds me of evenings when I mislaid my grandmother’s pendant, and the panic of erasing her face. Reading about Dushyanta’s empty memory, I thought of the soldiers in The Piccolomini: A Play — Edition Insights, who march forward while home dissolves behind them, the same ache of forgetting what once felt unbreakable.

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