In the name of the Great Life, may the sublime light be glorified!
Kushṭa! I testify to you, as a man who seeks knowledge. Upon you I let my eyes look, good one, elect one, chosen of the Life, who has gone here. Tell my heart, so that it may rest, speak to my conscience so that it may be turned (titapak)/healed (titapa). Tell my thoughts so that they are fixed and stick to their places. Tell the watcher of the seas, so that he might save a ford for me through the seas. Tell him to make a bridge over the river(s) , so that he will make a bridge over the river(s) for me. Tell the one who paves the mountains, so that he will pave a way over the mountains for me.
Tell the sculptors, who produce works of art and images, “Lust will beat down upon your head.” Tell the architect of bodies, “Build your building with haste! Hastily build your building, because shortly you will have to leave it, since this world is coming to nothing, and its works will fall apart! Precious gold will be lost, and silver will be sought but not found. Torn out will be their hearts’ delight, and their singing will go and come to nothing. The king will abandon his crown, and the nobility will go into captivity. The perfect will ascend to the light, but the wicked will be detained here.
Life is exalted and is victorious, and victorious is the man who has gone there.
