Rig Veda
yasmin vṛkṣe supalāśe devaiḥ saṃpibate yamaḥ atrā no viśpatiḥ pitā purāṇāṁ anu venati
In the Tree clothed with goodly leaves where Yama drinketh with the Gods, The Father, Master of the house, tendeth with love our ancient Sires.
purāṇāṁ anuvenantaṃ carantam pāpayāmuyā asūyann abhy acākaśaṃ tasmā aspṛhayam punaḥ
I looked reluctantly on him who cherishes those men of old, On him who treads that evil path, and then I yearned for this again.
yaṃ kumāra navaṃ ratham acakram manasākṛṇoḥ ekeṣaṃ viśvataḥ prāñcam apaśyann adhi tiṣṭhasi
Thou mountest, though thou dost not see, O Child, the new and wheel-less car Which thou hast fashioned mentally, one poled but turning every way.
yaṃ kumāra prāvartayo rathaṃ viprebhyas pari taṃ sāmānu prāvartata sam ito nāvy āhitam
The car which thou hast made to roll hitherward from the Sages, Child! This hath the Saman followed close, hence, laid together on a ship.
kaḥ kumāram ajanayad rathaṃ ko nir avartayat kaḥ svit tad adya no brūyād anudeyī yathābhavat
Who was the father of the child? Who made the chariot roll away? Who will this day declare to us how the funeral gift was made?
purastād budhna ātataḥ paścān nirayaṇaṃ kṛtam
When the funeral gift was placed, straightway the point of flame appeared. A depth extended in the front: a passage out was made behind.
idaṃ yamasya sādanaṃ devamānaṃ yad ucyate iyam asya dhamyate nāḍīr ayaṃ gīrbhiḥ pariṣkṛtaḥ
Here is the seat where Yama dwells, that which is called the Home of Gods: Here minstrels blow the flute for him here he is glorified with songs.