Katayoun, an Iranian friend, sent us this lovely pen:
The engraving was done by an artist on the street:
She included a translation:
O eagle of loveIt's from a poem, Come, Fill the Cup, by Fereydoon Moshiri.
Rise up from your misty, distant peaks
Wing your way to the grieving plains of my life
Take me to where the wine no longer carries me
Katayoun said of the artist, "he was very cool, knew a whole lot of poems by heart, had a huge notebook for people to choose from but could recite most of them by heart!"
I love street artists.
And I love the Iranian love of poetry.