O Indra, this body is mortal, always held by death. It is the abode of the Self which is immortal and incorporeal. The embodied self is the victim of pleasure and pain. So long as one is identified with the body, there is no cessation of pleasure and pain. But neither pleasure nor pain touches one who is not identified with the body.
Sama Veda, Chandogya Upanishad VIII, XII – The Incorporeal Self, 1
[The chronicler] The one who has climbed the mighty steeps, thus blazing a trail for many to follow, the son of Vivasvat, the gatherer of men, Yama, the King, we worship with offerings.
Rig Veda X, 14, 1
Yama was the first to find us a way, the pastures that no one shall steal from us. The path that our ancient Fathers took all mortals, once born, must tread for themselves.
Rig Veda X, 14, 2
Matali is there, united with the ancient poets and Yama, with the priests of old and Brhaspati, praise of the singers, both those who extol the Gods and those the Gods extol. Some rejoice in lip praise; others, in the oblation.
Rig Veda X, 14, 3
[Invocation of Yama] Take your seat, O Yama, on the sacred grass, together with the priests of old and with the Fathers. May the prayers of the sages bring you hither! O King, rejoice in this oblation!
Rig Veda X, 14, 4
