Verse 61

⁶¹Finding that opening, Indra, master of yoga, entered by yogamaya into the belly of Diti, whose mind sleep had carried off. ⁶²With his thunderbolt he cut the child, bright as gold, into seven; and each of the seven that cried he cut again into seven, saying, Do not cry. ⁶³As they were being split they all said to him, king, with their hands joined: Indra, why do you want to kill us? We are the Maruts, your brothers. ⁶⁴Do not be afraid, you are brothers to me, said Kausika to the troops of Maruts, who had no thought but of him and became his own attendants. ⁶⁵Diti's child did not die, though the thunderbolt broke it many times over, because of the pity of him in whom Sri lives, just as you did not die under Drona's son's weapon.

⁶⁶A man who worships the first Person even once comes to be like him. Diti had honoured Hari for a year, a little less. ⁶⁷Together with Indra they became fifty gods, the Maruts. Their mother's fault taken from them, they were made drinkers of soma by Hari.