I watch the Tagus in such a way
That my watching forgets I'm watching
And suddenly this strikes me
Against my daydreaming --
What is it, river-being flowing?
What is it, my-being-here and watching?

I feel almost nothing suddenly,
Time and place both emptied,
Everything gone hollow suddenly --
Even my being here and thinking.
Everything -- myself, the world around me --
Remains more than external.

In everything the being and remaining, lost,
And vanished from my thinking.
I am powerless to link
Being, idea, soul, by name
To myself, the earth, the heavens . . .

And suddenly face God . . .