Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was king in Benares, the Bodhisatta was born in a Brahmin family at a village of that country. When he grew up, he learned the arts at Takkasila, became an ascetic and reaching the Faculties and Attainments lived on roots and fruits in the Himalaya.

At that time a star fell from the Heaven and was conceived as a girl inside a lotus in a pool; and when the other lotuses grew old and fell, that one grew great and stood. The ascetic coming to bathe saw it and thought, “The other lotuses fall, but this one is grown great and stands; why is this?” So he opened the lotus and saw the girl. He took her to his hut and tended her as his daughter. Now the Bodhisatta had given the maiden the name Asanka. When she came to sixteen years, she was beautiful. Sakka came to see the Bodhisatta and gave a crystal palace with all facilities for her dwelling.

A forester saw this and asked, “What is this person to you, lord?” “My daughter.” So he went to Benares and told the king, “O king, I have seen in the Himalaya a certain ascetic’s daughter of such beauty.” The king was caught by hearing this, and making the forester his guide he went with an army to that place, and pitching a camp he took the forester and his retinue of ministers and entered the hermitage. He saluted the Bodhisatta and said, “Lord, women are a stain to the religious life; I will tend your daughter.” Bodhisatta said, “If you know this maiden’s name, O great king, take her and go.” “Lord, if you tell it, I shall know.” “I shall not tell it, but when you know it take her and depart.” The king agreed, and then consulted with his ministers; after a year the king said to Bodhisatta,“Such and such will be her name”; but the Bodhisatta said no and refused him. The king said to the Bodhisatta, “What need have I of her?” and took his way. The maiden Asanka stood at an open crystal window. The king seeing her said, “We cannot find your name, live here in the Himalaya, we will depart.” “Great king, if you go you will never find a wife like me. In the Heaven, in the Cittalata garden, there is a creeper named Asavati; in its fruit a divine drink is born, and to drink it the sons of the gods will be waiting for thousand years. But you grow discontented in one year; he who wins the fruit of his hope is happy, be not discontented yet.”

The king was caught by her words; he gathered his ministers again and guessed the name; another year was passed. But her name was not correct, and so the Bodhisatta refused him.

Again the king said, “What need have I of her?” and took his way. She showed herself at the window; and the king said, “You stay, we will depart.” “Why depart, great king?” “I cannot find your name.” “Great king, why can you not find it? Hope is not without success; a crane staying on a hill-top won his wish; why can you not win it? Endure, great king. A crane had its feeding-ground in a lotus-pool, but flying up lit on a hill-top: he stayed there that day and next day thought, ‘I am happily settled on this hill-top: if without going down I stay here finding food and drinking water and so dwell this day, Oh, it would be delightful.’

That very day Sakka, King of heaven, had crushed the Asuras and being now lord in the heaven was thinking, ‘My wishes have come to the pitch of fulfillment, is there any one in the forest whose wishes are unfulfilled?’ So considering, he saw that crane and thought, ‘I will bring this bird’s wishes to the pitch of fulfillment;’ not far from the crane’s place of perch there is a stream, and Sakka sent the stream in full flood to the hill-top: so the crane without moving ate fish and drank water and dwelt there that day; then the water fell and went away; so, great king, the crane won fruition of that hope of his, and why will you not win it? Hope on,” she said, with the rest of the verse.

The king, hearing her tale, was caught by her beauty and attracted by her words: he could not go away, but gathering his ministers and getting a hundred names spent another year in guessing with these hundred names. At the end of three years he came to the Bodhisatta and asked, “Will that name be among the hundred, lord? “You do not know it, great king.” he saluted the Bodhisatta, and saying, “We will go now,” he took his way.

The maiden Asanka again stood by a crystal window. The king saw her and said, “You stay, we will depart.” “Why, great king?” “You satisfy me with words, but not with love: caught by your sweet words I have spent here three years, now I will depart,” and he said:

You please me but with words and not in deed:

The scentless flower, though fair, is but a weed.

Promise fair without performance on his friends one throws away,

Never giving, ever hoarding: such is friendship’s sure decay.

Men should speak when they will act, not promise what they cannot do:

If they talk without performing, wise men see them through and through.

My troops are wasted; all my stores are spent,

I doubt my life is spoilt: it is time I went

The maiden Asanka hearing the king’s words said, “great king, you know my name, you have just said it; tell my father my name, take me and go.”

The king went to the Bodhisatta, saluted and said, “Lord, your daughter is named Asanka.” “Form the time you know her name, take her and go, great king,” He saluted the Bodhisatta, and coming to the crystal palace he said, “Lady, your father has given you to me, come now.” “Come, great king, I will get my father’s leave,” she said, and coming down from the palace she saluted the Bodhisatta, got his consent and came to the king. The king took her to Benares and lived happily with her, increased with sons and daughters. The Bodhisatta continued in unbroken meditation and was born in the Brahma world.