Spread them out, untie the snares that hold us, the bonds of the All-Seeing, the upper and the lower. Drive from us evil dream, drive off misfortune; then let us go into the world of virtue.

2 If thou art bound with cord, or tied to timber, fixed in the earth, or by a word imprisoned, God shall free thee, and lead thee up into the world of virtue.

3 The two auspicious stars whose name is called Releasers have gone up. Send life hither, let it come freeing the captive from his bonds!

4 Open thyself, make room: from bonds thou shalt release the prisoner. Freed, like an infant newly born, dwell in all pathways where thou wilt.