Canto LVII. Trisanku. Then with his heart consumed with woe, Still brooding on his overthrow By the great saint he had defied, At every breath the monarch sighed. Forth from his home his queen he led, And to a land far southward fled. There,fruit and roots his only food, He practised penance,sense-subdued, And in that solitary spot Four virtuous sons the king begot: Havishyand,from the offering named, And Madhushyand,for sweetness famed, Mahárath,chariot-borne in fight, And Driḍhanetra strong of sight. A thousand years had passed away, When Brahmá,Sire whom all obey, Addressed in pleasant words like these Him rich in long