How long, oh beloved, will we suffer the torments of parting?

In the quiet twilight of longing and memory, I find myself returning again and again to this ghazal by Iraqi—a mystic whose verses are a mirror reflecting both the agony of separation and the rapture of love. The poem’s opening cry, “تا کی از دست فراق تو ستم‌ها بینیم؟” (“How …