Death

The śālālava plant, the alluring one, brought from forest to forest — by which Gaya the Gandharva drew the Apsarases to himself — by that same I draw that one to me, from the range of Death, from the farthest distance.

You are the messenger of Death, O owl — I cook you up together.

when the pigeon makes its mark in the fire — to Yama whose two messengers have been dispatched and have come here, homage be to him, to Death.

But I, for fear pollution overtake me in the house, am leaving the shelter of this roof I love so well, for already I see Death hard by, the priest of souls departed, who is on his way to lead her to the halls of Hades;

Wert thou not content to hinder the death of Admetus, by thy knavish cunning baulking Destiny?

I am going for her, that with the sword I may begin my rites, for he whose hair this sword doth hallow is sacred to the gods below.

The Lord wished to loose him again from his bonds, and, bound in flesh (this is a divine mystery), he subdued the serpent and enslaved the tyrant, death;

So Sleep and Death, two twin gods, could no longer reasonably be reckoned by you, these being affections that befall living things naturally;

And there the children of dark Night have their dwellings, Sleep and Death, awful gods.

and he is hateful even to the deathless gods.

O Death, depart by thine own other path that is different from the gods' road.

Having come here wiping away the footprint of Death, establishing a longer span of life, growing prosperous with progeny and wealth — pure, cleansed, be ye worthy of sacrifice.

I set this enclosing barrier for the living — may none of them proceed to that farther goal.

and finally I have planted it with scrupulous care, so that it should prove most kind to me by a speedy death.