Kirjipa. O my father!
Mourners [louder and in a chant] O my master! O my father!
Kirjipa. O my beloved!
Mourners. The she-wolf, death; the she-wolf, death; the she-wolf, death, has taken him!
They rush at the body, kissing it with piercing cries. They beat their breasts, uttering long cries, after silent pauses. Kirjipa and another woman dance a hieratic dance, their feet gliding slowly over the ground. They bend to gather handfuls of earth, which they scatter on their heads as they dance. The cries are redoubled.
Kirjipa [after bowing before the corpse] Go in peace towards Abydos! Go in peace towards Osiris!
All. Towards Abydos! Towards Osiris! To the West, thou who wast the best of men!
Kirjipa. If it please the gods, when the day of eternity comes, we shall see thee, for behold thou goest towards the earth that mixeth men.
All. Towards Abydos! Towards Osiris!
They make believe to bear away the corpse; ritual movements.