There is a bridge between time and eternity

I hear the melody of His flute, and
I cannot contain myself:
The flower blooms, though it is not
spring; and already the bee has
received its invitation.
The sky roars and the lightning flashes
the waves arise in my heart,
The rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.
Where the rhythm of the world rises and falls,
thither my heart has reached:
There the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.
Kabir says: 'My heart is dying, though it lives.'