Ja 149 Ekapaṇṇajātaka
The Birth Story about One Leaf (1s)
In the present one cruel prince is cured of his wickedness by the teaching of the Buddha, who then tells a similar story of the past whereby he cured one prince of his bad ways with a simile of a bitter leaf.
The Bodhisatta = the advising ascetic (ovādadāyakatāpasa),
Ānanda = the king (of Benares) (rājā),
the Licchavi prince = the corrupt prince (duṭṭhakumāra).
Keywords: Cruelty, Passion, Devas.
“This tree has but one leaf.” This story was told about the Licchavi prince Duṭṭha of Vesālī by the Teacher when he was living in the gabled house in the great forest near Vesālī. In those days Vesālī enjoyed marvellous prosperity. A triple wall encompassed the city, each wall a league distant from the next, and there were three gates with watch-towers. In that city there were always seven thousand seven hundred and seven kings to govern the kingdom, and a like number of viceroys, generals, and treasurers. Among the kings’ sons was one known as Duṭṭhalicchavikumāra [Prince Wicked of the Licchavis], a fierce, passionate and cruel young man, always punishing, like an enraged viper. Such was his passionate nature that no one could say more than two or three words in his presence; and neither parents, kindred, nor friends could make him better. So at last his parents resolved to bring the ungovernable youth to the Supreme Buddha, realising that none but he could possibly tame their son’s fierce spirit. So they brought him to the Teacher, whom, with due obeisance, they besought to read the youth a lecture.
Then the Teacher addressed the prince and said: “Prince, human beings should not be passionate or cruel or ferocious. The fierce man is one who is harsh and unkind alike to the mother that bore him, to his father and child, to his brothers and sisters, and to his wife, friends and kindred; inspiring terror like a viper darting forward to bite, like a robber springing on his victim in the forest, like a Yakkha advancing to devour, the fierce man straightaway will be reborn after this life in hell or other place of punishment; and even in this life,
Such was the power of this one lecture upon the prince that his pride was humbled forthwith; his arrogance and selfishness passed from him, and his heart was turned to kindness and love. Nevermore did he revile or strike, but became gentle as a snake with drawn fangs, as a crab with broken claws, as a bull with broken horns.
Marking this change of mood, the monks talked together in the Dhamma Hall of how the Licchavi prince Duṭṭha, whom the ceaseless exhortations of his parents could not curb, had been subdued and humbled with a single exhortation by the Supreme Buddha, and how this was like taming six rutting elephants at once. Well had it been said that, “The elephant-tamer, monks, guides the elephant he is breaking in, making it to go to right or left, backward or forward, according to his will; in like manner the horse-tamer and the ex-tamer with horses and oxen; and so too the Tathāgata, the Supreme Buddha, guides the man he would train aright, guides him whithersoever he wills along any of the eight directions, and makes his pupil discern shapes external to himself. Such is the Buddha and he alone,” – and so forth, down to the words – “He that is hailed as chief of the trainers of men, supreme in bowing men to the yoke of Dhamma.” [See MN 137 Saḷāyatanavibhaṅgasutta.] “For, sirs,” said the monks, “there is no trainer of men like unto the Supreme Buddha.”
And here the Teacher entered the Hall and questioned them as to what they were discussing. Then they told him, and he said: “Monks, this is not the first time that a single exhortation of mine has conquered the prince; the like happened before.” And so saying, he told this story of the past.
In the past when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta came to life again as a brahmin in the north country, and when he grew up he first learned the Three Vedas and all learning, at Taxila, and for some time lived a mundane life. But when his parents died he became a recluse, dwelling in the Himālayas, and attained the Super Knowledges and Attainments. There he dwelt a long time, till need of salt and other necessaries of life brought him back to the paths of men, and he came to Benares, where he took up his quarters in the royal pleasure gardens. Next day he dressed himself with care and pains, and in the best garb of an ascetic went in quest of alms to the city
So the courtier went back and reported this to the king. Bethinking him that he had no confidential adviser at the time, the king bade the Bodhisatta be brought, and the Bodhisatta consented to come.
The king greeted him on his entrance with great courtesy and bade him be seated on a golden throne beneath a royal parasol. And the Bodhisatta was fed on dainty food which had been made ready for the king’s own eating.
Then the king asked where the ascetic lived and learned that his home was in the Himālayas. “And where are you going now?” “In search, sire, of a habitation for the rainy season.”
“Why not take up your abode in my pleasure gardens?” suggested the king. Then, having gained the Bodhisatta’s consent, and having eaten food himself, he went with his guest to the pleasure gardens and there had a hermitage built with a cell for the day, and a cell for the night. This dwelling was provided with the eight requisites of an ascetic. Having thus installed the Bodhisatta, the king put him under the charge of the gardener and went back to the palace. So it came to pass that the Bodhisatta dwelt thenceforward in the king’s pleasure gardens, and twice or thrice every day the king came to visit him.
Now the king had a fierce and passionate son who was known as Duṭṭhakumāra [Prince Wicked], who was beyond the control of his father and kinsfolk. Councillors, brahmins and citizens all pointed out to the young man the error of his ways, but in vain. He paid no heed to their counsels. And the king felt that the only hope of reclaiming his son lay with the virtuous ascetic. So as a last chance
“Taste a leaf of this little tree, prince,” said the Bodhisatta, “and see what it is like.”
The young man did so; but scarce had he put the leaf in his mouth, when he spat it out with an oath, and hawked and spat to get the taste out of his mouth,
“Sir, today this tree only suggests a deadly poison; but, if left to grow, it will prove the death of many persons,” said the prince, and forthwith plucked up and crushed in his hands the tiny growth, reciting these lines:
1. Asantaṃ yo pagaṇhāti, asantañcūpasevati,
Tameva ghāsaṃ kurute, vyaggho Sañjīvako yathāti.
He who favours the bad, and mixes with the bad, makes fodder of himself, like Sañjīvaka and thetiger.
1. Ekapaṇṇo ayaṁ rukkho, na bhūmyā caturaṅgulo,
Phalena visakappena, mahāyaṁ kiṁ bhavissatī ti?
This tree has but one leaf, it is not four inches above the ground, it has fruit filled up with poison, what will it be when it is grown?
Then said the Bodhisatta to him, “Prince, dreading what the poisonous seedling might grow to, you have torn it up and rent it asunder. Even as you acted to the tree, so the people of this kingdom, dreading what a prince so fierce and passionate may become when king, will not place you on the throne but uproot you like this Nimb tree and drive you forth to exile. Wherefore take warning by the tree and henceforth show mercy and abound in loving-kindness.”
From that hour the prince’s mood was changed. He grew humble and meek, merciful and overflowing with kindness. Abiding by the Bodhisatta’s counsel,
His lesson ended, the Teacher said: “So, monks, this is not the first time that I have tamed prince Duṭṭha; I did the same in days gone by.” Then he identified the Jātaka by saying: “The Licchavi prince Duṭṭha of today was the prince Duṭṭha of the story, Ānanda the king, and I the ascetic who exhorted the prince to goodness.”
last updated: August 2023