The night is cold;the mountain high
Light shines from the monastry.
Pilgrim cat without a name
To the monastry came.
"Pilgrim catwith travelled feet
Turn the wheel and you shall eat."
"Willingly my bowl I earn
But I need no wheel to turn.
Since possession have I none
In myself my wheel is spun.
But in this way it shall be done;
Human fingers are not mine,
So round your wheel my steps shall twine,
Circling in unbroken line.
Where the circles cross and meet
I await my task complete."
"Bring me a mat and bring a bowl.
Bring welcome for this pilgrim soul.
This pilgrimcat is strange and wise.
Would that he'd stay beyond sunrise."
