Bliss and peace there shall be
on the road which Adam built well.
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.