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Canto LVIII. Trisanku Cursed. Triśanku's speech the hundred heard, And thus replied,to anger stirred: “Why foolish King,by him denied, Whose truthful lips have never lied, Dost thou transgress his prudent rule, And seek,for aid,another school?235 Ikshváku's sons have aye relied Most surely on their holy guide: Then how dost thou,fond Monarch,dare Transgress the rule his lips declare? “Thy wish is vain,”the saint replied, And bade thee cast the plan aside. Then how can we,his sons,pretend In such a rite our aid to lend? O Monarch,of the childish heart, Home to thy royal town depart. That mighty saint,thy priest and guide,