Canto XVII.Rishyasring's Return. Now when the high-souled monarch's rite, The Aśvamedh,was finished quite, Their sacrificial dues obtained, The Gods their heavenly homes regained. The lofty-minded saints withdrew, Each to his place,with honour due, And kings and chieftains,one and all, Who came to grace the festival. And Daśaratha,ere they went, Addressed them thus benevolent: “Now may you,each with joyful heart, To your own realms,O Kings,depart. Peace and good luck attend you there, And blessing,is my friendly prayer; Let cares of state each mind engage To guard his royal heritage. A monarch from his throne expelled No better than the dead is