O Indra! Listen to Our praise and turn the great cloud down and disparage it. O Meghaswamy Indra! Just as the earth suffers due to lack of food in the absence of rain, so also the sky grieves. Just as the earth and the sky were grieved by the fear of the skin, so are the lack of food. O Indra! You take cruel measures in enemy destruction because you are more strong, but do not destroy your hosts. Oh, hero! You are surrounded by twenty-one servants, so the enemies do not attack you. (6)