This is a translation I did in 2016, but I thought it would be fun to share here today. Its a well known 9th century Irish poem about a scholar and his cat called Pangur Ban. The following original Irish is from Stokes' 1903 Thesaurus Paleohibernicus; the English is my own.

Messe ocus Pangur bán,cechtar nathar fria saindán;

bíth a menma-sam fri seilgg,mu menma céin im saincheirdd

(Myself and Fair Pangur both of us with our tasks;

for his mind is on hunting, my mind on each separate art)

Caraim-se fós, ferr cach clú,oc mu lebrán léir ingnu;

ní foirmtech frimm Pangur bán,caraid cesin a maccdán

(I love the quiet, better than fame, and my book zealously I study

no envy against me has Fair Pangur he loves his own youthful skill)

Ó ru-biam ­scél cén scis ­innar tegdias ar n-oéndis,

táithiunn ­ dichríchide clius ­ ní fris 'tarddam ar n-áthius.

(Where we are adventuring without rest  here in our house,

the single pair we have unlimited feats of acuteness to apply against something)

Gnáth-huaraib ar greassaib galglenaid luch ina lín-sam

os me, du-fuit im lín chéindliged ndoraid cu n-dronchéill.

(Usually his furious attack catches a mouse up in his net:

 my eye, my own net, reaches a difficult concept that is well hidden)

Fúachaid-sem fri freaga fála rosc a nglése comlán;

fúachimm chéin fri fégi fismu rosc réil, cesu imdis.

(He sharpens his skill against these his eye is the perfect tool for this

I direct my clear eye, though very weaktowards sharpening knowledge)

Fáelid-sem cu n-déne dul,hi nglen luch ina gérchrub;

hi-tucu cheist n-doraid n-dil,os mé chene am fáelid.

(He rejoices with his swift snaring Cleaving a mouse in his sharp claws

I grasp a question, difficult, dear, and my mind in that time is happy)

Cia beimini amin nach réní derban cách a chéle;

mait le cechtar nár a dánsubaigthiud a óenurán.

(Even if we work thus every time neither hinders the other one;

good we each are at our skill rejoicing when alone)

Hé fesin as choimsid dáuin muid du-n-gní cach óenláu;

do thabairt doraid du gléfor mumud céin am messe.

(He himself is capable of the purpose at the work he does every single day;

to bring a dark thing to light at my own work, am I)