PANGUR BAN
I and Pangur Ban my cat
'Tis like a 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.
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!
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.
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.
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!
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.
---9th Century Monastic Poem
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