It's New Year, a Poem by Rumi

"It's New Year"
By Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks?

"New Year, the only fair judge
Walks in the courtroom
And several December thieves steal away.
Last year’s miracles will soon be forgotten.
New creatures whirl in from non-existence
Galaxies scattered around their feet.
A feast is set.
It's New Year.

Listen: the wind is pouring wine!
Love used to hide inside images: no more!
The orchard hangs out its lanterns.
The dead come stumbling by in shrouds.
Nothing can stay bound or be imprisoned.
Lovers' wine is endless,
Keep on pouring it forever.
It's New Year.

This dust bowl becomes a garden;
The proclamation of heaven has come,
The bird of the soul rises in flight.
The sea becomes full of pearls,
The salt marsh becomes sweet as sugar,
The stone becomes a ruby from the mine,
And the body becomes wholly soul.
It's New Year."
Rumi.