A soul am I of the Great Life,

a soul am I of the mighty Life,

a soul am I of the Great Life.

Who brought me away from my place?

From my place, who brought me away,

who hurled me between the mountains?

Who hurled me between the mountains,

and who cast me into the place of death?

Into the place of death, who cast me,

from life, who separated me?

Who separated me from life,

which is overflowing, without want?

As the soul reflects,

his helper drew near to him.

His helper drew near to him,

showed him the wreath that was entrusted to him,

showed him the pure treasure

that was founded and prepared in his place:

"If you had renounced life,

it would not have allotted you these wreaths.

It would not have allotted you these wreaths,

nor prepared this treasure for you.

It is appointed for you, soul,

that you endure and dwell in the world.

The works wrought by the Second

shall come to nothing.

Each time it becomes hard for you,

our call will reach you.

It will reach you;

change nothing of what we told you."

The three angels supported the soul,

and he, the soul, found rest in his enlightenment.

He, the soul, found rest in his enlightenment,

he kept his mind firm and steady.

His mind he kept firm,

he endured and dwelt in the world,

the world whose adversity has no end.

They seized the soul with all their strength

and held him fast with both hands.

They took him out of the body

and set him upright in his place.

They opened the gate of light to him

and showed him the ways of safety.

He goes on his way, his strength ever growing,

and gives thanks to God for the men who instructed him.

He gives thanks for the turban they showed him,

for the garments of splendour they put on him.

He thanks his helper,

by whose strength he was able to dwell in the world. —

God is held high and is victorious,

and victorious is the man who went here.