Tell me, love, what I need right now so that I might sing, and be alive, as my every cell craves. Tell me, dear, what I need right now, but in a manner I won’t soon forget. Then the world began to sway, its hips invited my arms, its feet placed mine upon them, that made all my effort easy. A father’s toes lifting a child’s in dance caused God to pull out a drum. The Beloved belted out a tune, that went, “Nothing to follow . . . for I will move you. You need not do a damn thing . . . just laugh.” Hafiz, “In a Manner I Won’t Forget,” from A Year with Hafiz , translation by Daniel Ladinsky