"From where comes this soft heart?" Indra wondered, fuming,
"Quit your rebellion, and do your job, my servant!
Terrible storms should follow you in your wake,
I shall give a lesson to Vrindavan today!"

Wild winds twist the trees, breaking all the branches,
In the wake of the winds darkness of night rises.
Malevolent clouds ride the backs of wind-steeds,
Like some angry serpents, thunderbolts cross the sky.

Samvartaka started unwilling and grumbling,
He will certainly show who's a faithful servant!
Many friends and relatives accompanied him there,
Like a blood-thirsty pack, they swooped down on the landscape.

The anger of Indra thus poured down all at once,
On Gopal's village, on the herdsmen's dwellings.