Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith,  1There was a roaming Vrātya. He roused Prajāpati to action. 2 Prajāpati beheld gold in himself and engendered it. 3 That became unique, that became distinguished, that became great, that became excellent, that became Devotion, that be- came holy Fervour, that became Truth: through that he was born. 4 He grew, he became great, he became Mahādeva. 5 He gained the lordship of the Gods. He became Lord. 6 He became Chief Vrātya. He held a bow, even that Bow of Indra. 7 His belly is dark-blue, his back is red. 8 With dark-blue he envelops a detested rival, with red he pierces the man who hates him: so the theologians say.