siddha-saṅghāḥ

अमी हि त्वां सुरसङ्घाः विशन्ति केचिद्भीताः प्राञ्जलयो गृणन्ति

siddha-saṅghāḥ — perfect beings

Here the hosts of gods are entering you. Some, afraid, praise you with folded hands. The great seers and the perfected cry “may it be well” and sing of you in abundant hymns.

रुद्रादित्या वसवो ये च साध्या विश्वेऽश्िवनौ मरुतश्चोष्मपाश्च

siddha — the perfected beings

The Rudras, the sons of Aditi, the Vasus, the Sadhyas, the Vishvas, the Ashvins, the winds, the ancestors, the hosts of celestial singers, spirits and demons and the perfected — all gaze at you in wonder.

स्थाने हृषीकेश तव प्रकीर्त्या जगत् प्रहृष्यत्यनुरज्यते च

siddha-saṅghāḥ — hosts of perfected saints

It is fitting, Krishna, that the world rejoices and delights in praising you. The demons flee in every direction, and all the perfected bow.