Pangur Ban
From an 8th century Irish scribe's psalter.
Translated into English by by R. Flower and into Scots by Sheena Blackhall.
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.
Anon.
Pangur Ban ma cat an me
Tis a sim'lar darg we dee
Huntin moosies, his delicht
Huntin wirds I sit aa nicht
Better than men's praise tae pree
Tis tae screive wi buik on knee
Pangur, likewise, nae upstert,
Lives tae cairry oot his airt
Tis richt blythe oor lives tae see
Aboot oor darg, fu eidently
Fin we hae, in generous meisur
Ploys that gie us oors o pleisur
Whiles a moosie frae a neuk
Rins near Pangur's raxxin cleuk
Whiles, ma harns will grup an get
A hale new meanin in its net
Agin the waa he sets his ee
Fierce an faist an sherp an slee
Agin the waa o wyceness, I
Aa ma pouers o kennin, try
Fin the moose lowps intae sicht
Fu is Pangur o delicht!
Aa the warld can gyang tae wrack
Fan a puzzle I can crack!
Sae thegither, we agree
Pangur Ban, ma cat an me
In oor hairts we finn oor bliss
I hae mine an he has his
Practice makketh cat an man
The perfect hunter, pangur Ban
I win wyceness day an nicht
Turnin derkness inno licht.
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