Ja 113 Sigālajātaka
The Birth Story about the (Deceitful) Jackal (1s)
Alternative Title: Siṅgālajātaka (Cst)
In the present Devadatta boasts that the truth lies only with himself, and not with the Buddha. The latter tells how, in a past life, Devadatta had fooled and humiliated a brahmin who gave him help.
The Bodhisatta = the Tree Devatā (Rukkhadevatā),
Devadatta = the jackal (sigāla).
Keywords: Greed, Lying, Devas, Animals.
“You place your trust in this drunken jackal.”
In the past when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta was born a Tree Devatā in a cemetery grove. In those days a festival was proclaimed in Benares, and the people resolved to sacrifice to the Yakkhas. So they strewed fish and meat about courtyards, and streets, and other places, and set out great pots of strong drink. At midnight a jackal came into the town by the sewer, and regaled himself on the meat and liquor. Crawling into some bushes, he was fast asleep when morning dawned. Waking up and seeing it was broad daylight, he knew that he could not make his way back at that hour with safety. So he lay down quietly near the roadside where he could not be seen, till at last he saw a solitary brahmin on his way to rinse his mouth in the tank. Then the jackal thought to himself, “Brahmins are a greedy lot. I must so play on his greediness as to get him to carry me out of the city in his waist-cloth under his outer robe.” So, with a human voice, he cried, “Brahmin.”
“Who calls me?” said the brahmin, turning round. “I, brahmin.” “What for?” “I have two hundred gold pieces, brahmin; and if you will hide me in your waist-cloth under your outer robe and so get me out of the city without my being seen, you shall have them all.”
Closing with the offer, the greedy brahmin hid the jackal and carried the beast a little way out of the city. “What place is this, brahmin?” said the jackal. “Oh, it’s such and such a place,” said the brahmin. “Go on a bit further,” said the jackal and kept urging the brahmin on always a little further, till at last the cremation-park was reached.
“And now dig up this tree by the roots,” said he, and while the brahmin was at work he walked on to the robe, and dunged and staled on it in five places – the four corners and the middle. This done, he made off into the wood.
Hereon the Bodhisatta, standing in the fork of the tree, uttered this verse:
1. Saddahāsi siṅgālassa surāpītassa, brāhmaṇa,
Sippikānaṁ sataṁ natthi, kuto kaṁsasatā duve ti.
You place your trust in this drunken jackal, brahmin, there is not one hundred cowries, how two hundred bronze coins?
And when he had repeated these verses, the Bodhisatta said to the brahmin, “Go now and wash your robe and bathe, and go about your business.” So saying, he vanished from sight, and the brahmin did as he was bidden, and departed very mortified at having been so tricked.
His lesson ended, the Teacher identified the Jātaka by saying: “Devadatta was the jackal of those days, and I the Tree Devatā.”
last updated: August 2023