My Cat and I
Anon
  • From an 8th century Irish scribe's psalter
  • I and Pangur Ban, my cat,
  • 'Tis a like task we are at;
  • Hunting mice is his delight,
  • Hunting words I sit all night.
  • Better far than praise of men
  • 'Tis to sit with book and pen;
  • Pangur bears me no ill will,
  • He too plies his simple skill.
  • 'Tis a merry thing to see
  • At our tasks how glad are we,
  • When at home we sit and find
  • Entertainment to our mind.
  • Oftentimes a mouse will stray
  • In the hero Pangur's way;
  • Oftentimes my keen thought set
  • Takes a meaning in its net.
  • 'Gainst the wall he sets his eye
  • Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
  • 'Gainst the wall of knowledge I
  • All my little wisdom try.
  • When a mouse runs from its den,
  • O how glad is Pangur then!
  • O what gladness do I prove
  • When I solve the doubts I love!
  • So in peace our tasks we ply,
  • Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
  • In our arts we find our bliss,
  • I have mine and he has his.
  • Practice every day has made
  • Pangur perfect in his trade;
  • I get wisdom day and night
  • Turning darkness into light.
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