And it came to pass that the elephant with his eyes blinded by the temporal exudation,—on being assailed by the odour, smelt the perfume with his trunk (raised),—and then cast the same away to the earth. Then was wroth the reverend Durvasa, best of anchorets; and, O Maitreya, being enraged, he spoke unto the sovereign of the celestials, saying,—‘O thou intoxicated with wealth! O wicked of soul! O Vāsava! how art thou puffed up!

In plain words: The elephant was dazed by the strong smell. He sniffed the garland with his trunk and threw it on the ground. Durvasa grew furious and called Indra wicked, proud and drunk on his wealth.