Ja 432 Padakusalamāṇavajātaka
The Story about the Young Brahmin skilled in Steps (9s)
In the present one layman’s son is skilled in following footsteps. The Buddha tells a story of a young man who could follow footsteps, even left in the air, and how he tried to save a king from his folly by telling numerous stories, and was eventually raised to kingship himself.
The Bodhisatta = the young brahmin skilled in steps (padakusalamāṇava),
Kassapa = the father (pitā).
Keywords: Skill, Theft, Warning, Devas.
“O Pāṭala, by Ganges.”
In the past in the reign of Brahmadatta, king of Benares, his queen-consort after doing wrong was questioned by the king, and taking an oath she said: “If I have wronged against you, I shall become a Yakkhini with a face like a horse.” After her death she became a horse-faced Yakkhini and dwelt in a rock-cave in a vast forest at the foot of a mountain, and used to catch and devour the men that frequented the road leading from the east to the western border.
After serving Vessavaṇa The lord of Yakkhas. three years, it is said, she got leave to eat people in a certain space, thirty leagues long by five leagues broad. Now one day a rich, wealthy, handsome brahmin, accompanied by a large suite, ascended that road. The Yakkhini, on seeing him, with a loud laugh rushed upon him, and his attendants all fled. With the speed of the wind she seized the brahmin
And while they were thus living amicably together, the Bodhisatta passing from his former existence was conceived in the womb of the Yakkhini by the brahmin. After ten months she gave birth to a son, and filled with love for the brahmin and her child, she fed them both. By and by when the boy was grown up, she put him also inside the cave with his father, and closed the door. Now one day the Bodhisatta knowing she had gone away removed the stone and let his father out. And when she asked on her return who had removed the stone, he said: “I did, mother: we cannot sit in darkness.” And through love for her child she did not say another word.
Now one day the Bodhisatta asked his father, saying: “Dear father, your mouth is different from my mother’s; what is the reason?” “My son, your mother is a Yakkhini and lives on man’s flesh, but you and I are men.” “If so, why do we live here? Come, we will go to the haunts of men.” “My dear boy, if we shall try to escape, your mother will kill us both.” The Bodhisatta reassured his father and said: “Do not be afraid, dear father; that you shall return to the haunts of men shall be my charge.” And next day when his mother had gone away, he took his father and fled.
When the Yakkhini returned and missed them, she rushed forward with the swiftness of the wind and caught them and said: “O brahmin, why do you run away? Is there anything that you want here?” “My dear,” he said, “do not be angry with me.
After the lapse of two or three days, when his mother had gone to the forest, he put his father on his shoulder and rushing on with the swiftness of the wind, by the hint given him by his mother, he reached the bank of the river that was the limit. The mother too, when on her return she missed them, pursued after them. The Bodhisatta carried his father into the middle of the river, and she
The Bodhisatta, still standing in the river, folded his hands turtle-wise and took the charm, and saluting his mother cried, “Good-bye, mother.” The Yakkhini said: “If you do not return, my son, I cannot live,” and she smote upon her breast, and straightaway in sorrow for her son her heart was broken and she fell down dead on the spot. The Bodhisatta, when he knew his mother was dead, called to his father and went and made a funeral pile and burned her body. After extinguishing the flames, he made offerings of various coloured flowers, and with weeping and lamentation returned with his father to Benares.
It was told the king, “A youth skilled in tracking footsteps is standing at the door.” And when the king bade him enter, he came in and saluted the king. “My friend,” he said, “do you know any craft?” “My lord, following on the track of one who has stolen any property even twelve years ago, I can catch him.” “Then enter my service,” said the king. “I will serve you for a thousand pieces of money daily.” “Very well, friend, you shall serve me.” And the king had him paid a thousand pieces of money daily.
Now one day the family priest said to the king, “My lord, because this youth does nothing by the power of his art, we do not know whether he has any skill or not: we will now test him.” The king readily agreed, and the pair gave notice to the keepers of the various treasures, and taking the most valuable jewels descended from the terrace, and after groping their way three times round the palace, they placed a ladder on the top of the wall and by means of it descended to the outside. Then they entered the Hall of Justice, and after sitting there they returned and again placing the ladder on the wall descended by it into the city. Coming to the edge of a tank they thrice marched solemnly round it, and then dropped their treasure in the tank, and climbed back to the terrace.
Next day there was a great outcry and men said: “Treasure has been stolen from the palace.” The king pretending ignorance summoned
The people snapped their fingers in a high state of delight, and there was a great waving of cloths. The king thought: “This youth, I think, by following in their steps knows the place where the thieves put the treasure, but the thieves he cannot catch.” Then he said: “You at once brought us the property carried off by the thieves, but will you be able to catch the thieves and bring them to us?” “My lord, the thieves are here: they are not far off.”
In the past, sire, a certain dancer named Pāṭala lived not far from Benares, in a village on the river’s bank. One day he went into Benares with his wife and after gaining money by his singing and dancing, at the end of the fete he procured some rice and strong drink. On his way to his own village he came to the bank of the river, and sat down watching the freshly flowing stream, to drink his strong drink. When he was drunk and unconscious of his weakness, he said: “I will fasten my big lute about my neck and go down into the river.” And he took his
1. “O Pāṭala, by Ganges swept away,
Famous in dance and, skilled in roundelay,
Pāṭala, all hail! As you are borne along,
Sing me, I pray, some little snatch of song.”
Then the dancer Pāṭala said: “My dear, how shall I give you a little song? The water that has been the refuge of the people is killing me,” and he spoke a verse:
2. “Wherewith are sprinkled fainting souls in pain,
I straight am killed. My refuge proved my bane.”
The Bodhisatta in explanation of this verse said: “Sire, even as water is the refuge of the people, so also is it with kings. If danger arises from them, who shall avert that danger? This, sire, is a secret matter. I have told a story intelligible to the wise: understand it, sire.” “Friend, I understand not a hidden story like this. Catch the thieves and bring them to me.” Then the Bodhisatta said: “Hear then this, sire, and understand.”
And he told yet another tale.
“My lord, formerly in a village outside the city gates of Benares, a potter used to fetch clay for his pottery, and constantly getting it in the same place he dug a deep pit inside a mountain cave. Now one day while he was getting the clay, an unseasonable storm-cloud sprang up, and let fall a heavy rain, and the flood overwhelmed and threw down the side of the pit, and the man’s head was broken by it. Loudly lamenting he spoke this verse:
3. “That by which seeds do grow, man to sustain,
Has crushed my head. My refuge proved my bane.”
“For even as the mighty earth, sire, which is the refuge of the people, broke the potter’s head, even so when a king, who like the mighty earth is the refuge of the whole world, rises up and plays the thief, who shall avert the danger? Can you, sire,
Still shielding the king and without saying in words, “You are the thief,” he told yet another story.
In this very city, sire, a certain man’s house was on fire. He ordered another man to go into the house and bring out his property. When this man had entered the house and was bringing out his goods, the door was shut. Blinded with smoke and unable to find his way out and tormented by the rising flame, he remained inside lamenting, and spoke this verse:
4. “That which destroys the cold, and parches grain,
Consumes my limbs. My refuge proves my bane.”
“A man, O king, who like fire was the refuge of the people, stole the bundle of jewels. Do not ask me about the thief.” “Friend, just bring me the thief.”
Without telling the king that he was a thief, he told yet another story.
Once, sire, in this very city a man ate to excess and was unable to digest his food. Maddened with pain and lamenting he spoke this verse:
5. “Food on which countless brahmins life sustain
Killed me outright. My refuge proved my bane.”
“One, who like rice, sire, was the refuge of the people, stole the property. When that is recovered, why ask about the thief?” “Friend, if you can, bring me the thief.”
To make the king comprehend, he told yet another story.
Formerly, sire, in this very city a wind arose and broke a certain man’s limbs. Lamenting he spoke this verse:
6. “Wind that in June wise men by prayer would gain,
My limbs does break. My refuge proved my bane.”
“Thus, sire, did danger arise from my refuge. Understand this story.” “Friend, bring me the thief.”
To make the king understand, he told him yet another story.
In the past, sire, on the side of the Himālayas grew a tree with forked branches, the dwelling-place of countless birds. Two of its boughs rubbed against one another. Hence arose smoke, and sparks of fire were let fall. On seeing this the chief bird uttered this verse:
7. “Flame issues from the tree where we have lain:
Scatter, you birds. Our refuge proves our bane.”
“For just as, sire, the tree is the refuge of birds, so is the king the refuge of his people. Should he play the thief, who shall avert the danger? Take note of this, sire.” “Friend, only bring me the thief.”
Then he told the king yet another story.
In a village of Benares, sire, on the western side of a gentleman’s house was a river full of savage crocodiles, and in this family was an only son, who on the death of his father watched over his mother. His mother against his will brought home a gentleman’s daughter as his wife. At
Next day she found out what had happened to her own mother and said: “My lord, my mother is dead, now let us kill yours.” “Very well then,” he said, “we will make a funeral pile in the cemetery, and cast her into the fire and kill her.” So the man and his wife took her while she was asleep to the cemetery, and deposited her there. Then the husband said to his wife, “Have you brought any fire?” “I have forgotten it, my lord.” “Then go and fetch it.” “I dare not go, my lord, and if you go, I dare not stay here: we will go together.” When they were gone, the old woman was awakened by the cold wind, and finding it was a cemetery, she thought: “They wish to kill me: they are gone to fetch fire. They do not know how strong I am.” And she stretched a corpse on the bed and covered it over with a cloth, and ran away and hid herself in a mountain cave in that same place.
The husband and wife brought the fire and taking the corpse to be the old woman they burned it and went away. A certain robber had left his bundle in this mountain cave and coming back to fetch it he saw the old woman and thought: “This must be a Yakkhini: my bundle is possessed by Amanussas,” and he fetched a witch-doctor. The doctor uttered a spell and entered the cave. Then she said to him, “I am no Yakkhini: come, we will enjoy this treasure together.” “How is this to be believed?” “Place your tongue on my tongue.” He did so, and she bit a piece off his tongue and let it drop to the ground. The witch-doctor thought: “This is certainly a Yakkhini,” and he cried aloud and fled away, with the blood dripping from his tongue.
Next day the old woman put on a clean undergarment and took the bundle of all sorts of jewels and went home. The daughter-in-law on seeing her asked, “Where, mother, did you get this?” “My dear, all that are burned on a wooden pile in this cemetery receive
8. “A maiden fair, with wreath upon her head,
Fragrant with sandal oil, by me was led
A happy bride within my home to reign:
She drove me forth. My refuge proved my bane.”
“As the daughter-in-law, sire, is to the mother-in-law, so is the king a refuge to his people. If danger arises thence, what can one do? Take note of this, sire.” “Friend, I do not understand the things you tell me: only bring me the thief.”
He thought: “I will shield the king,” and he told yet another story.
Of old, sire, in this very city a man in answer to his prayer had a son. At his birth the father was full of joy and gladness at the thought of having got a son, and cherished him. When the boy was grown up, he wedded him to a wife, and by and by he himself grew old and could not undertake any work. So his son said: “You cannot do any work: you must go from hence,” and he drove him out of the house.
9. “He for whose birth I longed, nor longed in vain,
Drives me from home. My refuge proved my bane.”
“Just as an aged father, sire, ought to be cared for by an able-bodied son, so too ought all the people to be protected by the king, and this danger now present has arisen from the king, who is the guardian of all men. Know, sire, from this fact that the thief is so and so.”
“I do not understand this, be it fact or no fact: either bring me the thief, or you yourself must be the thief.”
Thus did the king again and again question the youth. So he said to him, “Would you, sire, really like the thief to be caught?” “Yes, friend.” “Then I will proclaim it in the midst of the assembly, So and So is the thief.” “Do so, friend.” On hearing his words he thought: “This king does not allow me to shield him: I will now catch the thief.” And when the people had gathered together, he addressed them and spoke these verses:
10. “Let town and country folk assembled all give ear,
Lo! Water is ablaze. From safety cometh fear.
11. The plundered realm may well of king and priest complain;
Henceforth protect yourselves. Your refuge proves your bane.”
When they heard what he said, people thought: “The king, though he ought to have protected others, threw the blame on another. After he had with his own hands placed his treasure in the tank, he went about looking for the thief. That he may not in future go on playing the part of a thief, we will kill this wicked king.” So they rose up with sticks and clubs in their hands, and then and there beat the king and the priest till they died. But they anointed the Bodhisatta and set him on the throne.
The Teacher, after relating this story to illustrate the Truths, said: “Lay brother, there is nothing marvellous in recognizing footsteps on the earth: sages of old recognized them in the air,” and he identified the Jātaka. At the conclusion of the Truths the lay brother and his son attained to fruition of the First Path, “In those days the father was Kassapa, the youth skilled in footsteps was myself.”
last updated: November 2021