wˈiːkənd baɪ ðɛɹ dɹˈʌŋkənnəs, ðɪ ɐsjˈʊɹɹəz kʊd nˌɑːt ɹᵻzˈɪst wɛn sˈækɹə hæd ðə hˈoʊl lˈɑːt ʌv ðˌɛm θɹˈoʊn ˌoʊvɚ ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌv tˈiː ˈɑːɹ ˌeɪmˈækɹˌɑːn wˈaɪ ɐ ˈɛs tˈiː ˈɑːɹ ˈaɪ lˌɛɾɚwˈʌnˈiːfˈoːɹθɹˈiː ˌɛsɐkjˈuːt ɐ ˌɪntʊ wʌt wʊd bɪkˌʌm ðɪ ɐsjˈʊɹɹəwˈɜːld æt ðə bˈeɪs ʌv sˈuːmɚɹˌuː.
Weakened by their drunkenness, the asuras could not resist when Śakra had the whole lot of them thrown over the edge of Trāyastriṃśa into what would become the Asura-world at the base of Sumeru.