There, before my eyes, I beheld a gathering graced with profound knowledge—those adorned with mastery of etymology, disputation, and the melodious chanting of the Sāman hymns. Among them were venerable sages and the honored ancestors, their presence radiating wisdom and sanctity. At the side of the great Dharmarāja, I saw a figure of dark complexion, his formidable jaws marking him as someone extraordinary. He stood out, eminent and distinguished, holding a staff in his left hand—a symbol of his authority and purpose. This being was repeatedly directed by Dharmarāja himself, receiving instructions for the sake of guiding and teaching others. All around, others were present as well, each intent upon the fulfillment of their respective duties. There, too, was a woman, honored by Yama, anointed with divine and fragrant unguents, her presence marked by reverence and respect. The wise have declared that, beyond this, no further means or actions are to be pursued. In that realm, both Asuras and Devas were present, along with yogis of immense energy. From the limbs of that honored woman, diseases arose, born of affliction and suffering. Endowed with great manliness, these diseases spread to afflict all the worlds. Yet, there was one of great strength and brilliance, untouched by old age and death—his very being radiant and indomitable. Singers and laughers filled the space, awakening all living beings with their voices. Their splendor shone brilliantly, enhanced by the beauty of divine ornaments. Elsewhere, seats were covered with cloths of many kinds, adding to the atmosphere of dignity and ceremony. Many men were present as well, and with them, torments of great severity could be seen. Women, under the sway of desire and anger, appeared in countless forms, their tumultuous voices resounding on every side. Ghouls, fiends, and flesh-eating demons moved among them, some with one arm, some with two or three, and others with many arms—strange and fearsome in their appearance. Yet, there were also men adorned with every kind of splendor, wearing garlands, their feet bound, and decorated with all manner of ornaments. Some among them held spears and javelins, while others were armed with bows, making them difficult to approach. There were those who stood ready, holding curds in their hands, and many bore fragrant substances. Some carried various kinds of incense, dressed in garments of auspicious appearance. Others rode in vehicles drawn by horses and elephants, while some had chariots pulled by swans. Still others had steeds in the form of peacocks, cranes, and chakravaka birds. Their appearances varied: some were bright and clean, others dirty; some wore worn-out clothes, while others were draped in new silk. There were those with cat-like, glassy, and black complexions, and I saw the figure of Kali herself among them. All these beings are the forerunners and attendants of the great-souled Death. The wise declare that anyone who is afflicted should always salute and honor them. Thus concludes the chapter describing the attendants of Death within the endless wheel of Samsara, as found in the glorious Varaha Purana. Now begins the account of the true nature of the torments found in the cycle of worldly existence. There, Yama granted me a vision of a single bull. He performed my worship precisely as prescribed, following the proper ritual with care and devotion. Pleased, he spoke to me again, inviting me to be seated on the seat of honor. His face was exceedingly fierce, always truly terrifying, and his eyes were blood-red. He spoke again and again, his words echoing with authority. Because of his formidable demeanor, I was filled repeatedly with emotion and awe. In that moment, I recited a hymn pleasing to him—a hymn known to destroy all faults. This sacred hymn, which bestows longevity and swiftly removes the effects of time, I uttered there in his presence.