My heart was split and did a flower appear;
and grace sprang up; and it bore fruit for my God.
You split me, tore my heart open,
filled me with love.
You poured your spirit into me.
I knew you as I knew myself.
My eyes are radiant with your spirit;
my nostrils filled with your fragrance.
My ears delight in your music,
and my face is covered with your dew.
Blessed are the men and women
who are planted on you earth in your garden,
who grow as your trees and flowers grow,
who transform their darkness to light.
Their roots plunge into darkness;
their faces run towards the light.
There is infinite space in your garden;
all men, all women are welcome here;
all they need to do is enter.
Translation (unknown) of Ode 11