At Night

Every night Thou freest our spirits from the body 
And its snare, making them pure as rased tablets.
Every night spirits are released from this cage,
And set free, neither lording it nor lorded over.
At night prisoners are unaware of their prison,
At night kings are unaware of their majesty.

From: Charles F. Horne, ed., The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East, Vol. VIII pp. 111-130.