Verse 7

¹King, when Indra understood that his own worship had been stopped, he grew angry at the cowherds, at Nanda and the rest, who had Krsna for their lord. ²In his anger Indra sent out that troop of clouds called Samvartaka, the ones that make an end of things, and, holding himself to be the Lord, he spoke. ³Look at the grandness of these cowherds, drunk on their wealth, who live in the woods, and who have taken shelter with Krsna, a mortal, and slighted a god. ⁴As men who leave aside the knowledge that examines and try to cross the sea of becoming by rites made of works, boats in name only and unsound ones. ⁵A talker, a child, stiff-necked, knowing nothing and thinking himself learned, a mortal: it is with him, with Krsna, that the cowherds have taken shelter, and they have done me this wrong.

⁶Shake the pride of wealth out of these men, smeared over with their riches, whose heads Krsna has swollen, and bring their cattle to ruin. ⁷And I shall mount the elephant Airavata and follow you down upon Vraja with the troops of the winds, who move at great speed, meaning to destroy Nanda's cow-station.