On the day the soul goes out,

on the day the perfected one ascends,

on the day the soul goes out,

strife is cast into the Tibil.

Into the Tibil strife is cast,

uproar is cast into it and unrest.

There gathered

the treasurers of this world.

They say:

"Who has brought out the pearl

that lit up the perishable house?

In the house she has left,

the walls burst and fell in.

Its walls burst and fell in,

and the posts of its gate fell to the ground.

Its windows were shut,

and its lamps went out and do not shine.

My eyes no longer see

what is done in the ages.

My ears no longer hear

what is said in the ages.

My feet no longer walk

in the ages and ......"

The soul speaks and goes on,

and with her whoever is worthy of the dwelling of light:

"Naked was I brought into the world,

and empty was I taken out of it.

Empty was I taken out of it,

like a bird that nothing accompanies.

My wage goes before me,

my almsgiving follows me.

The waves of water I hold in my hand

and set myself upright in the dwelling of light."

When the Seven saw the soul,

they set her up again at the cut-off place, in the house of the toll-keepers.

They pound her, but she does not become sweet,

they press her and seek to throw her down, but she does not fall.

They tear her garment at the neck,

but she is clothed with the splendour of life.

They question her,

the dead who have not beheld life:

"By whose power have you gone out,

and whose name is pronounced over you?" —

"I have gone out by the power of Life,

and the name of God, Lord of the beings of light, is pronounced over me.

The waves of water I hold in my hand

and set myself upright in the dwelling of light." —

God is held high and is victorious,

and victorious is the man who went here.

By the ways stands the soul

and says to the angels:

"Do you not know, angels, my brothers,

that I dwelt among you?"