2I looked reluctantly on him who cherishes those men of old, On him who treads that evil path, and then I yearned for this again.

3Thou mountest, though thou dost not see, O Child, the new and wheel−less car Which thou hast fashioned mentally, onepoled but turning every way.

4The car which thou hast made to roll hitherward from the Sages, Child! This hath the Saman followed close, hence, laid together on a ship.

5Who 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?

6When the funeral gift was placed, straightway the point of flame appeared. A depth extended in the front: a passage out was made behind.

7Here 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.