Come, all of you, apply the collyrium, oil your hair, and take your combs. The court is in session; let us form a circle and dance. The Master's payment has been made in full; we need not come begging again and again. No more wandering through market stalls and shops. All the women together, with one Lord over all, let us dance in a single surge. The joy has arrived; what a wonderful game in one place. Says Tuka, let us devote ourselves to the One alone. Cut away the tangle of worry and illusion, raise a shout, and go to the place of our true origin.