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    The poem describes a scholar and his cat, Pangur Ban, each pursuing their separate activities - the scholar studies while the cat hunts mice. They find comfort and peace in their solitude as they focus on their individual skills without interfering with each other.

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    Pangur Bn

    This poem was found in the margins of a manuscript in the Monastery of St


    Paul, Carinthia, Austria. It seems to have been written by an Irish monk,
    sometime around the ninth century.

    English Translations by Frank O'Connor and Eavan Boland

    Messe [ocus] Pangur bn,


    cechtar nathar fria saindn;
    bth a menma-sam fri seilgg,
    mu menma cin im saincheirdd
    Caraim-se fs, ferr cach cl,
    oc mu lebrn lir ingnu;
    n foirmtech frimm Pangur bn,
    caraid cesin a maccdn.
    ru-biam scl cn scis
    innar tegdias ar n-ondis,
    tithiunn dichrchide clius
    n fris 'tarddam ar n-thius.
    Gnth-huaraib ar greassaib gal
    glenaid luch ina ln-sam;
    os me, du-fuit im ln chin
    dliged ndoraid cu n-dronchill.
    Fachaid-sem fri freaga fl
    a rosc a nglse comln;
    fachimm chin fri fgi fis
    mu rosc ril, cesu imdis.
    Felid-sem cu n-dne dul,
    hi nglen luch ina grchrub;
    hi-tucu cheist n-doraid n-dil,
    os m chene am felid.
    Cia beimini amin nach r
    n derban cch a chle;
    mait le cechtar nr a dn
    subaigthiud a enurn.
    H fesin as choimsid du
    in muid du-n-gn cach enlu;
    do thabairt doraid du gl
    for mumud cin am messe.
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    "The Scholar and "From the Irish of


    the Cat" Pangur Ban"

    by Frank O'Connor by Eavan Boland

    Each of us pursues Myself and Pangur,


    his trade, cat and sage
    I and Pangur my Go each about our
    comrade, business;
    His whole fancy on I harass my beloved
    the hunt, page,
    And mine for He his mouse.
    learning ardent.
    Fame comes second
    More than fame I to the peace
    love to be Of study, a still day
    Among my books Unenvying, Pangur's
    and study, choice
    Pangur does not Is child's play.
    grudge me it,
    Content with his own Neither bored, both
    merit. hone
    At home a separate
    When a heavenly skill
    time! we are Moving after hours
    In our small room alone
    together To the kill
    Each of us has his
    own sport When at last his net
    And asks no greater wraps
    comfort. After a sly fight
    Around a mouse;
    While he sets his mine traps
    round sharp eye Sudden insight.
    On the wall of my
    study On my cell wall
    I turn mine, though here,
    lost its edge, His sight fixes,
    On the great wall of burning,
    knowledge. Searching; my old
    eyes peer
    Now a mouse drops At new learning,
    in his net
    After some mighty And his delight when
    onset his claws
    While into my bag I Close on his prey
    cram Equals mine when
    Some difficult sudden clues
    darksome problem. Light my way.

    When a mouse comes So we find by


    to the kill degrees
    Pangur exults, a Peace in solitude,
    marvel! Both of us, solitaries,
    I have when some Have each the trade
    secret's won
    My hour of He loves: Pangur,
    exultation. never idle
    Day or night
    Though we work for Hunts mice; I hunt
    days and years each riddle
    Neither the other From dark to light.
    hinders;
    Each is competent
    and hence
    Enjoys his skill in
    silence.

    Master of the death


    of mice,
    He keeps in daily
    practice,
    I too, making dark
    things clear,
    Am of my trade a
    master.

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