The Light hath become a wreath round my head; and I shall not depart from it, so that the emanations of Self-willed may not rob it from me.
2And though all the matters be shaken, yet shall I not be shaken.
3And though all my matters perish and remain in the chaos,--those which the emanations of Self-willed see,--yet shall I not perish.
4The Lord is on my head as a wreath, and I shall not depart from him.
5The wreath in truth is woven for me; and it hath caused thy twigs to sprout in me.
6For it is not like unto a wreath withered that sprouteth not. But thou art alive on my head and thou hast sprouted upon me.