138. The Bodhisatta And His Teachings On Deeds

Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta became a world-renowned teacher at Takkasila, and youths of the warrior and brahmin castes came from all over India, to be taught in the arts by him. The son of the king of Benares too, prince Brahmadatta, was taught the three Vedas by him. Now he was by nature harsh, cruel, and violent. The Bodhisatta, by his power of divination knowing his character, said, “My friend, you are harsh, cruel, and violent, and verily power that is attained by a man of violence is shortlived; when his power is gone from him, he is like a ship that is wrecked at sea. He never reaches haven.

Therefore be not of such a character.” And by way of admonition he said:–

Though you are now with peace and plenty blessed,

Such happy fate may short-lived prove to be:

Should riches perish, be not sore distressed,

Like storm-tost sailor wrecked far out at sea.

Each one shall fare according to his deed,

And reap the harvest as he sows the seed,

Whether of goodly herb, maybe noxious weed.

Then he bade his teacher farewell and returned to Benares, and after exhibiting his proficiency in the arts to his father. On his father’s death he succeeded to the kingdom. His family priest, Pingiya by name, was a harsh and cruel man. Being greedy of fame, he thought, “What if I were to cause all the rulers of India to be seized by this king, and if he should thus become sole monarch and I become sole priest?” And he got the king to hearken to his words.

And the king marched forth with a great army and captured kingdoms one by one. Finally he went to capture the kingdom of Takkasila.

The Bodhisatta repaired the walls of the city and made it impregnable to its enemies. And the king of Benares halted at the foot of a big banyan tree on the banks of the Ganges. And having a couch spread for him, he took up his quarters there. Fighting in the plains of India he had taken captive a thousand kings, but failing in his attack on Takkasila, he asked his priest, “Master, though we have come hither with a host of captive kings, we cannot take Takkasila. What now are we to do?”

He answered, “Great king! put out the eyes of the thousand kings and ripping open their bellies let us take their flesh and the five sweet substances and make an offering to the guardian deity of this banyan. And surrounding the tree with a rimmed circumference let us fill it with blood five inches deep. And so shall the victory soon be ours.”

The king readily accepted and concealing mighty wrestlers behind the curtain, he summoned each king separately, and when the wrestlers had squeezed them in their arms till they had reduced them to a state of insensibility, he had their eyes put out, and after they were dead, he took the flesh and caused the carcases to be carried away by the Ganges. Then he made the offering, as described above, and had the drum beaten and went to battle. Then came a certain Yakkha from his watch-tower and tore out the right eye of the king. Severe pain set in, and maddened by the agony he suffered, he went and lay down at full length upon the couch prepared for him at the foot of the banyan tree. At this moment a vulture took a sharp-pointed bone, and sat on the top of the tree. It dropped the bone which fell on the king’s left eye.

At this moment he recalled the words of the Bodhisatta and said, “Our teacher taught that these mortals experience results corresponding to their deeds…..”

And in his lamentation he addressed Pingiya:–

Ah! Now at last I recognize the truth

The Master taught me in my heedless youth:

Sin not,’ he cried, ‘or else the evil deed

To thine own punishment may one day lead?’

Beneath this tree’s trim boughs and quivering shade

Libation due of sandal oil was made.

Twas here I slew a thousand kings, and lo!

The pangs they suffered then, I now must undergo.

Thus lamenting, he called to his queen-consort, and said:–

O Ubbari, my queen of swarthy hue,

Lithe as a shoot of fair moringa tree,

That dost thy limbs with sandal oil bedew,

How should I live, bereave of sight of sight of thee?

Yea death itself than this less grievous far would be!

While he was still murmuring these words, he died and was born again in hell. The priest so ambitious of power could not save him, nor could he save himself by his own power, and as soon as he died, his army broke up and fled.

The Master, having ended his lesson, thus identified the Birth: “At that time the young prince Bodhi was marauding king, Devadatta was Pingiya, and I myself was the world-famed teacher.”

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