Sukta 135

यस्मिन्वृक्षे सुपलाशे देवैः सम्पिबते यमः। अत्रा नो विश्पतिः पिता पुराणाँ अनु वेनति॥

yasminvṛkṣe supalāśe devaiḥ sampibate yamaḥ | atrā no viśpatiḥ pitā purāṇā 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.

पुराणाँ अनुवेनन्तं चरन्तं पापयामुया। असूयन्नभ्यचाकशं तस्मा अस्पृहयं पुनः॥

purāṇā anuvenantaṁ carantaṁ pāpayāmuyā | asūyannabhyacākaśaṁ tasmā aspṛhayaṁ 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.

यं कुमार नवं रथमचक्रं मनसाकृणोः। एकेषं विश्वतः प्राञ्चमपश्यन्नधि तिष्ठसि॥

yaṁ kumāra navaṁ rathamacakraṁ manasākṛṇoḥ | ekeṣaṁ viśvataḥ prāñcamapaśyannadhi tiṣṭhasi ||

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.

यं कुमार प्रावर्तयो रथं विप्रेभ्यस्परि। तं सामानु प्रावर्तत समितो नाव्याहितम्॥

yaṁ kumāra prāvartayo rathaṁ viprebhyaspari | taṁ sāmānu prāvartata samito nāvyāhitam ||

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.

कः कुमारमजनयद्रथं को निरवर्तयत्। कः स्वित्तदद्य नो ब्रूयादनुदेयी यथाभवत्॥

kaḥ kumāramajanayadrathaṁ ko niravartayat | kaḥ svittadadya no brūyādanudeyī 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?

यथाभवदनुदेयी ततो अग्रमजायत। पुरस्ताद्बुध्न आततः पश्चान्निरयणं कृतम्॥

yathābhavadanudeyī tato agramajāyata | purastādbudhna ātataḥ paścānnirayaṇaṁ 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.

इदं यमस्य सादनं देवमानं यदुच्यते। इयमस्य धम्यते नाळीरयं गीर्भिः परिष्कृतः॥

idaṁ yamasya sādanaṁ devamānaṁ yaducyate | iyamasya dhamyate nāḻīrayaṁ 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.