Canto XLVI.Diti's Hope. But Diti,when her sons were slain, Wild with a childless mother's pain, To Kaśyap spake,Marícha's son, Her husband:“O thou glorious one! Dead are the children,mine no more, The mighty sons to thee I bore. Long fervour's meed,I crave a boy Whose arm may Indra's life destroy. The toil and pain my care shall be: To bless my hope depends on thee. Give me a mighty son to slay Fierce Indra,gracious lord!I pray.” Then glorious Kaśyap thus replied To Diti,as she wept and sighed: “Thy prayer is heard,dear saint!Remain Pure from all spot,and thou shalt gain A son