Kirjipa. O my husband! O my brother! O my beloved! Stay, live in thy place. Pass not away from the earthly spot where thou art! Leave him! Leave him! Wherefore are ye come to take him who abandons me.
Mourners [in a fury of despair] Groans! Groans! Tears! Sobs! Sobs! Make, make lamentation without end, with all the strength that is given you.
The music stops.
Kirjipa [to the corpse] Despair not. Thy son is there!
They point to Satni.
All. Despair not. Thy son is there!
Delethi. When I have spoken, and after me Hanou, and after her Nazit, thy son will speak the magic words, whose power shall make thee go even unto Osiris, before the two and forty judges. They shall place thy heart in the balance, and thou shalt say: "I have done wrong to no man, I have done nothing that is abominable in the sight of the gods."
Satni [to himself] No, I will not speak the magic words.
The music begins again.
All. Despair not! Thy son is there!