Canto LXXII. The Gift Of Kine. When royal Janak's words were done, Joined with Vaśishṭha Kuśik's son, The mighty sage began his speech: “No mind may soar,no thought can reach The glories of Ikshváku's line, Or,great Videha's King,of thine: None in the whole wide world may vie With them in fame and honours high. Well matched,I ween,in holy bands, These peerless pairs will join their hands. But hear me as I speak once more; Thy brother,skilled in duty's lore, Has at his home a royal pair Of daughters most divinely fair. I for the hands of these sweet two For