Atharvaveda · Sūkta 20.138

20.138.1

महाँ इन्द्रो य ओजसा पर्जन्यो वृष्टिमामिव ।
स्तोमैर्वत्सस्य वावृधे ॥ २०.१३८.१ ॥

Great is Indra, who by his might, like the rain-cloud Parjanya pouring rain, has grown through the praises of Vatsa.

प्रजामृतस्य पिप्रतः प्र यद्भरन्त वह्नयः ।
विप्रा ऋतस्य वाहसा ॥ २०.१३८.२ ॥

When the bearers of oblation carried forth the offspring that nourishes the cosmic order, the inspired seers did so by the carrying of the rite.

कण्वाः इन्द्रं यदक्रत स्तोमैर्यज्ञस्य साधनम् ।
जामि ब्रुवत आयुधम् ॥ २०.१३८.३ ॥

When the Kaṇvas made Indra, by their praises, the means of the sacrifice, he became, for the one who speaks, a weapon akin to a kinsman.