The book whereby the glorified one is made strong, and is made to embark in the bark of the Light-giver, together with those who are with Him.

Let me convey the divine heron to the East, the righteous to Tattu. Let me open the caverns of the River, clear the path of the solar orb and tow along the sledge. Let the Great One give me strength at her fixed hour.

I hail and give thanks to God for the sun's orb, and associate myself with those in adoration, I am one of them.

Let me be a second to the faithful; and let her glorified ones give me strength.

Let me fasten my tackle, let me stop the adversary, and force him to turn back his steps.

Let the Light-giver lend me His two hands, let not His boatmen prevent me. Let my strength be that of the divine eye, and conversely.

[As to the sundering of me in the bark of the Light-giver, let the sundering be as that of the egg and the tortoise.]

Said over the figure in the text, which is written upon clean paper, with artist's ink, fresh and mixed with essence of anta; let the dead person have it put upon his body without inserting it into his limbs; he will enter into the bark at the round of each day, the Wise will appreciate him, on his coming forth or entering, undeviatingly for times infinite.