Poetry Friday

[coraa]

Oops, I almost forgot. But this is one of my favorites -- I believe it was written in the margin of a manuscript copied in an Irish monastery in the 9th century. (Marginalia of this kind was more common than you might think, at least in Irish manuscripts: poems, notes, little drawings.) This is Robin Flowers' translation.

Pangur Ban

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 task 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 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 task 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., (Irish, 8th century)

Comments

[porfinn.livejournal.com]

There is a very pretty song written to a variation on that poem (I had to sing it for a recital). Thank you for posting the poem, I never remember to look it up.