Ja 254 Kuṇḍakakucchisindhavajātaka
The Story about Rice Powder and the Sindh Horse (3s)
In the present one poor old woman has the chance to invite Ven. Sāriputta for a meal, and the rich folk of the city send along riches so she has enough to offer. The Buddha tells how in the past a woman had raised a foal with all love and kindness, and how he became the finest horse in the king’s collection.
The Bodhisatta = the horse dealer (assavāṇijja),
Ānanda = the king (of Benares) (rājā),
Sāriputta = the (thoroughbred) Sindh horse (Sindhava),
the old woman = the same in the past (mahallikā).
Keywords: Generosity, Worth, Animals.
“Grass and the scum of gruel.” This story the Teacher told at Jetavana about the elder Sāriputta.
It once fell out that the Buddha had been spending the rainy season in Sāvatthi, and afterwards had been on alms pilgrimage. On his return, the inhabitants determined to welcome his homecoming and they made their gifts to the Buddha and his following. They posted the clerk who used to sound the
There was one poor old woman, who had prepared one portion. The monks were assigned, some to this giver, some to that. At sunrise, the poor woman came to the clerk, and said: “Give a monk to me!” He answered, “I have already distributed them all; but elder Sāriputta is still in the monastery, and you may give your portion to him.” At this she was delighted, and waited by the gate of Jetavana until the elder came out. She gave him greeting, took his bowl from his hand, and leading him to her house, offered him a seat.
Many pious families heard a rumour that some old woman had got Ven. Sāriputta to sit down at her door. Amongst those who heard it was king Pasenadi of Kosala. He at once sent her food of all sorts, together with a garment and a purse of a thousand pieces, with the request, “Let whoever is entertaining the monk, put on this robe, and spend this money, and thus entertain the elder.” As the king did, so did Anāthapiṇḍika,
Our elder drank the broth which she gave him, and ate her food, and the rice that she cooked; then he thanked her, and so edified her that she was converted. Then he returned to the monastery.
In the Dhamma Hall, the monks discussed the elder’s goodness. “Friend, the Captain of the Dhamma has rescued an old housewife from poverty. He has been her mainstay. The food she offered he did not disdain to eat.” The Teacher entered, and asked what they were talking of now as they sat together. They told him. And he said: “This is not the first time, monks, that Sāriputta has been the refuge of this old woman; nor the first time he did not disdain to eat the food she offered. He did the same before.” And he told a story of the past.
It happened once upon a time, when Brahmadatta was king of Benares, that the Bodhisatta was born into a trader’s family in the northern province. Five hundred people of that country, horse-dealers, used to convey horses to Benares, and sell them there.
Now a certain dealer took the road to Benares with five hundred horses for sale. On this road, not far off Benares, there is a town, where had formerly lived a rich merchant. A vast dwelling once was his; but his family had gradually gone down in the world, and only one old woman was left, who lived in the family house. The dealer took up his lodging for a certain hire in that house, and kept his horses nearby.
On that very day, as luck would have it, a thoroughbred mare of his foaled. He tarried two or three days, and then taking his horses with him went off to visit the king. Thereat the old woman asked him for the hire of the house. “All right, mother, I’ll pay you,” said he.
“When you pay me, my son,” she said then, “give me this foal, and deduct its value from the hire.” The dealer did as she asked and went his way. The woman loved the foal like a son; and she fed him upon parched rice drippings, on leftovers, and grass.
Some time after, the Bodhisatta, on his way with five hundred horses,
“Oh, my son, the only horse there is a young foal which I keep here as tenderly as it were my son!” “Where is he, mother?” “Gone out to graze.” “When will he return?” “Oh, he’ll soon come back.”
The Bodhisatta kept the horses without, and sat down to wait until the foal should come in; and soon the foal returned from his walk. When he set eyes on the fine foal with his belly full of rice powder, the Bodhisatta noted his marks, and he thought: “This is a priceless thoroughbred; I must buy him off the old woman.”
By this time the foal had entered the house and gone to his own stable. At once all the horses were able to go in too.
There abode the Bodhisatta for a few days, and attended to his horses. Then as he made to go, “Mother,” said he to the old woman, “let me buy this foal off you.”
“What are you saying! One mustn’t sell one’s own foster child!” “What do you give him to eat, mother?” “Rice boiled, and rice gruel, and parched rice; leftovers and grass; and rice-broth to drink.”
“Well, mother, if I get him, I’ll feed him on the daintiest of fare;
“Will you, my son? Then take this child of mine, and go, and may he be happy!”
And the Bodhisatta paid a separate price for the foal’s four feet, for his tail and for his head; six purses of a thousand pieces of money he laid down, one for each; and he caused the dame to robe herself in a new dress, and decked her with ornaments, and set her in front of the foal. And the foal opened his eyes, and looked upon his mother, and shed tears. She stroked his back, and said: “I have received the recompense for what I have done for you: go, my son!” and then he departed.
Next day the Bodhisatta thought he would make trial of the foal, whether he knew his own power or no. So after preparing common food, he caused red rice gruel to be poured out, presented to him in a bucket. But this he could not swallow; and refused to touch any such food. Then the Bodhisatta to test him, uttered the first verse:
1. “Grass and the scum of gruel you thought good
In former times: why don’t you eat your food?”
On hearing which, the foal answered with the two other couplets following:
2. “When people do not know one’s birth and breed,
Rice-scum is good enough to serve one’s need.
3. But I am chief of steeds, as you are ware;
Therefore from you I will not take this fare.”
Then answered the Bodhisatta, “I did this to try you; do not be angry,” and he cooked the fine food and offered it to him. When he came to the king’s courtyard, he set the five hundred horses on one side, and on the other an embroidered awning, under which he laid a carpet, with a canopy of stuff over it; and here he lodged the foal.
The king coming to inspect the horses asked why this horse was housed apart.
“O king,” was the reply, “if this horse be not kept apart, he will let loose these others.” “Is he a beautiful horse?” the king asked. “Yes, O king.” “Then let me see his paces.”
The owner caparisoned him, and mounted on his back. Then he cleared the courtyard of men, and rode the horse about in it. The whole place appeared to be encircled with lines of horses, without a break!
Then said the Bodhisatta, “See my horse’s speed, O king!” and let him have his head. Not a man could see him at all! Then he fastened a red leaf upon the horse’s flank; and they saw just the leaf. And then he rode him over the surface of a pond in a certain garden of the city. Over he went, and not even the tips of his hoofs were wet. Again, he galloped over lotus leaves,
When his master had thus showed off the steed’s magnificent paces, he dismounted, clapped his hands, and held out one, palm upwards. The horse got upon it, and stood on the palm of his master’s hand, with his four feet close together. And the Bodhisatta said: “O mighty king! Not even the whole circle of the ocean would be space enough for this horse to show off all his skill.” The king was so pleased that he gave him half of his kingdom: the horse he installed as his horse of state, sprinkling him with ceremonial water. Dear was he and precious to the king, and great honour was done him; and his dwelling place was made like the chamber where the king dwelt, all beautiful: the floor was sprinkled with all the four manners of perfumes, the walls were hung with wreaths of flowers and frequent garlands; up in the roof was an awning of cloth spangled with golden stars; it was all like a lovely pavilion round about. A lamp of scented oil burnt always; and in the retiring closet was set a golden jar. His food was always fit for a king. And after he came there,
When the Teacher had ended this discourse, he declared the Truths, and identified the Jātaka, and at the conclusion of the Truths many entered the First Path, or the Second, or the Third. “At that time the old woman was the same, Sāriputta was the thoroughbred, Ānanda was the king, and the horsedealer was I myself.”
last updated: November 2021