I and Pangur Ban

A The Secret of Kells - azaz a Kells Titka betegjó mese. Mindenképp meg kell néznie annak, aki nem akarja, hogy lelketlennek tituláljam. Majdnem olyan jó,  mint a János Vitéz. Ezzel már is sok mindent elmondtam, hiszen az imént épp a világ legértékesebb meséjével említettem egy lapon, ami nem kismiska. 

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You must go where I can not,

Pangur Ban Pangur Ban,

Nil sa saol seo ach ceo,

Is ni bheimid beo,

ach seal beag gearr.

Jelenti:

You must go where I cannot Pangur Ban, Pangur Ban

It’s a misty old world,and we are only in it for a short, sharp while

vagy:

Nil sa saol seo ach ceo
not in this life but fog/mist,

Is ni bheimid beo
we live there,

ach seal beag gearr
but little short stay.

Imádom. Gyönyörű. Csodálatos. Mindent elmond.

"Pangur Bán" is an Old Irish poem, written about the 9th century at or around Reichenau Abbey. It was written by an Irish monk, and is about his cat. Pangur Bán (white fuller) is the cat's name.

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 thing to see
At our task how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
Into 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 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.'