In Śvetáraṇya's silvery dell:
So Namuchi and Vritra[478] died
By steaming bolts that tamed their pride:
So Bala[479] fell by lightning sent
By Him who rules the firmament.
Then all the Gods in close array
With the bright hosts who sing and play,
Filled full of rapture and amaze,
Sang hymns of joy in Ráma's praise,
Beat their celestial drums and shed