佛說佛名經 26.21

26.21

At that time, at the western gate, measureless and boundless sinners cried out: 'For what crime have we now entered this place?' Beating their bodies, stumbling and rolling about, weeping and wailing, they were unwilling to advance. A horse-headed rākṣasa held iron tongs in his hands, clamped them against their chests, and hurled them into the hell; wherever the tongs touched, smoke and flames erupted together. Hell-warden yakṣas hooked their heads with great iron hooks and dragged them into the iron fire house. That house was surrounded by blazing fires; driven and turned by the power of karma, the sinners' bodies climbed onto the bed to lie down. There were great venomous serpents with spiny scales that entered their mouths and exited from below; there were also iron birds that pecked at their hearts and pulled out their intestines. Such suffering was unbearable; during a single day and night they underwent measureless suffering, seeking life without obtaining it, seeking death without obtaining it. Only after passing through thousands of myriads of kalpas could they obtain release; emerging from hell, they would become animals, pulling plows and bearing heavy burdens to repay their past debts, without rest for hundreds and thousands of lives.