The (vital) breath, when on the point of departing, tore up these senses, as a great, excellent horse of the Sindhu country might tare up the pegs to which he is tethered. They said to him: 'Sir, do not depart. We shall not be able to live without thee.' He said: 'Then make me an offering.' They said: 'Let it be so.'

In plain words: When the life-breath began to leave the body, it pulled all the senses loose, like a strong horse pulling up the pegs it is tied to. The senses begged it to stay, saying they could not live without it, and agreed to give it an offering.