HYMN CXXXV. Yama.

1. 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.

2 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.

3 Thou mountest, though thou dost not see, O Child, the new and wheel-less car

Which thou hast fashioned mentally, onepoled but turning every way.

4 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.

5 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?

6 When the funeral gift was placed, straightway the point of flame appeared.

A depth extended in the front: a passage out was made behind.

7 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.