Bliss and peace there shall be on the road which the soul takes.

Go, soul, in victory to the place from which you were transplanted, the place of joy, in which the face shines.

The face shines in it, the form is illumined and does not grow dim.

The soul has loosened its chains and broken its fetters.

It shed its bodily coat, then it turned about, saw it, and shuddered.

The call of the soul is the call of life which departs from the body of refuse.