Ja 302 Mahā-assārohajātaka
The Story about the Great Horseman (4s)
In the present the king of Kosala gives 1,000 robes to Ven. Ānanda. 500 he passes on to monks in need, and 500 to his attendant monk, who passes them to other novices. The king asks the Buddha if this is right, and the Buddha tells a story of a king who found refuge with a householder when he was in distress, and how he recompensed the householder with half his kingdom.
The Bodhisatta = the king of Benares (Bārāṇasirājā),
Ānanda = the country man (paccantagāmavāsī).
Present Source: Ja 92 Mahāsāra,
Quoted at: a 157 Guṇa, Ja 259 Tirīṭavaccha, Ja 302 Mahā-assāroha.
Keywords: Gratitude, Obligation.
“Your gifts bestowed.”
This was told by the Teacher while at Jetavana how elder Ānanda received a present of a thousand robes. The elder had been preaching to the ladies of the king of Kosala’s palace as described above in the Mahāsārajātaka [Ja 92].
As he preached there in the manner described, a thousand robes, worth each a thousand pieces of money, were brought to the king. Of these the king gave five hundred to as many of his queens. The ladies put these aside and made them a present to our elder, and then the next day in their old ones went to the palace where the king took breakfast. The king remarked, “I gave you dresses worth a thousand pieces each. Why are you not wearing them?” “My lord,” they said, “we have given them to the elder.” “Has elder Ānanda got them all?” he asked. They said: “Yes, he has.” “The Supreme Buddha,” said he, “allows only three robes. Ānanda is doing a little trade in cloth, I suppose!”
He was angry with the elder; and after breakfast, visited him in his cell, and after greeting, sat down, with these words: “Pray, sir, do my ladies learn or listen to your preaching?”
“Yes, sire; they learn what they ought, and what they ought to hear, they hear.”
“Oh, indeed. Do they only listen, or do they make you presents of upper garments or under-garments?”
“Today, sire, they have given me five hundred robes worth a thousand pieces each.”
“And you accepted them, sir?”
“Yes, sire, I did.”
“Why, sir, didn’t the Teacher make some rule about three robes?”
“True, sire, for every monk three robes is the rule, speaking of what he uses for himself. But no one is forbidden to accept what is offered; and that is why I took them – to give them to monks whose robes are worn out.”
“But when these monks get them from you, what do they do with their old ones?”
“Make them into a cloak.”
“And what about the old cloak?”
“That they turn into a shirt.”
“And the old shirt?”
“That serves for a coverlet.”
“The old coverlet?” “Becomes a mat.” “The old mat?” “A towel.” “And what about the old towel?”
“Sire, it is not permitted to waste the gifts of the faithful; so they chop up the old towel into bits, and mix the bits with clay, which they use for mortar in building their houses.”
“A gift, sir, ought not to be destroyed, not even a towel.”
“Well, sir king, we destroy no gifts, but all are used somehow.”
This conversation pleased the king so much, that he sent for the other five hundred robes which remained, and gave them to the elder. Then, after receiving his thanks, he greeted the elder in solemn state, and went his way.
The elder gave the first five hundred robes to monks whose robes were worn out. But the number of his fellow monastics was just five hundred. One of these, a young monk, was very useful to the elder; sweeping out his cell, serving him with food and drink, giving him toothbrush and water for cleansing his mouth, looking after the privies, living rooms, and sleeping rooms, and doing all that was needed for hand, foot, or back. To him, as his by right for all his great service, the elder gave all the five hundred robes which he had received afterwards. The young monk in his turn distributed them among his fellow-students. These all cut them up, dyed them yellow as a kaṇikāra flower; then dressed therein they waited upon the Teacher, greeted him, and sat down on one side.
“Sir,” they asked, “is it possible for a holy disciple who has entered on the First Path to be a respecter of persons in his gifts?” “No, monks, it is not possible for holy disciples to be respecters of persons in their gifts.” “Sir, our spiritual teacher, the Treasurer of the Dhamma, gave five hundred robes, each worth a thousand pieces, to a young monk; and he has divided them amongst us.” “Monks, in giving these Ānanda was no respecter of persons. That young fellow was a very useful servant; so he made the present to his own attendant for the sake of his service, for goodness’ sake, and by right, thinking that one good turn deserves another, and with a wish to do what gratitude demands.
“In former days too,” the Teacher said, “wise men acted on the principle that one good turn deserves another.” And hereupon he told them a story of the past.
In the past the Bodhisatta was king of Benares, and exercising his rule with justice and equity he gave alms and kept the moral law.
And being minded to quell some disturbance on his frontier he set out with a large force, but being defeated he mounted his horse and fled till he reached a certain border village. Now there dwelt here thirty loyal subjects and they were gathered together very early, in the middle of the village, to transact the business of the place. And at this moment the king mounted on his mail-clad horse and splendidly equipped
Now the army, not seeing the king, remained encamped outside the town, but when they saw him, they came out to meet him and escorted him home. The king on entering the city stood at the entrance of the
But when the man failed to come, the king increased the tax on the village where he dwelt. But though the tax was raised, still he did not come. So the king increased the tax for the second and third time, and still he did not come. Then the inhabitants of the village gathered together and said to the man, “Sir, from the time the Horseman came to you,
“Well, I will go,” he answered, “but I cannot go empty-handed. My friend has two sons: so get you ready ornaments and suits of clothes for them and for his wife and for my friend himself.”
“Very well,” they said, and got everything ready for a present.
So he took both this gift and a cake fried in his own house. And when he came to the door on the right hand side he asked the porter where the house of the Great Horseman might be. The porter answered, “Come with me and I will show you,” and took him by the hand, and on arriving at the king’s gate sent in word, “The porter has come and has brought with him the man who dwells in the border village.” The king on hearing it, rose from his seat and said: “Let my friend and all that have come with him enter.” Then he went forward to welcome him and embraced him, and after inquiring if his friend’s wife and children were well, he took him by the hand, stepped on the dais and seated him on the royal throne beneath the white umbrella. And he summoned his chief consort and said: “Wash my friend’s feet.” So she washed his feet. The king sprinkled water from a golden bowl, while the queen washed his feet and anointed them with scented oil. Then the king asked, “Have you anything for us to eat?” And he said: “Yes, my lord,” and brought out cakes in a bag. The king received them in a golden dish, and showing great favour towards him he said: “Eat what my friend has brought,” and gave some to his queen and his ministers, and himself too ate of it. Then the stranger brought out his other gift. And the king to show that he accepted it put off his silken garments and put on the suit of clothes that he had brought him.
Then the king sent for the man’s wife and family and had a house built for them in the city, and they ruled the kingdom in perfect harmony. So the courtiers waxed angry and said to the king’s son, “O prince, the king has given half of his kingdom to a certain householder. He eats and drinks and dwells with him, and orders us to salute his children. What service he has done the king we know not. What does the king mean? We feel ashamed. Do speak to the king.”
He readily agreed to do so, and told every word to the king and said: “O great king, do not act thus.” “My son,” he answered, “do you know where I dwelt after I was defeated in battle?” Compare No. 157, vol. ii. “I know not, my lord,” he said.
“I was living,” said the king, “in this man’s house, and when I had recovered my health I came back and reigned again. How then should I not bestow honour on my benefactor?”
And then the Bodhisatta went on to say, “My son, whosoever gives to one unworthy of his gift, and to the deserving gives nought, that man when he falls into misfortune finds no one to help him.” And to point to the moral he uttered these verses:
1. “Your gifts bestowed upon or fool or cheat,
In sorest need would bring no friend to save:
2. But grace or kindness to the good displayed
In sorest need would bring you timely aid.
3. Boons to unworthy souls are spent in vain,
Your smallest service to the good is gain.
4. A noble action though it stands alone,
Renders the doer worthy of a throne:
As fruit abundant from the tiny seed,
Eternal fame springs from a virtuous deed.”
On hearing this neither the councillors nor the young prince had anything to say in answer.
The Teacher, his discourse ended, thus identified the Jātaka, “At that time it was Ānanda who dwelt in the frontier village, while I myself was king of Benares.”
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