"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.
Often times a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur's way;
Often times 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 darts 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."
Diktet ble skrevet rundt 800-tallet av en irsk "Benedictine monk" som bodde på St. Paul's klosteret ved Reichenau øya. ... (Blogginnlegget er hentet fra Lukten av trykksverte)
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.
Often times a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur's way;
Often times 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 darts 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."
Diktet ble skrevet rundt 800-tallet av en irsk "Benedictine monk" som bodde på St. Paul's klosteret ved Reichenau øya. ... (Blogginnlegget er hentet fra Lukten av trykksverte)
