Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta was born to him as the son of his queen-consort. And they called him prince Ghata. He afterwards acquired knowledge of the arts at Takkasila and ruled his kingdom righteously.

Now a minister misconducted himself in the royal harem. The king, after witnessing the offence with his own eyes, banished him from his kingdom. At that time a king named Vanka ruled in Savatthi. The minister went to him and entering his service, gained the king’s goodwill induced him to invade on the kingdom of Benares.

After gaining possession of the kingdom, he had the Bodhisatta bound in chains and threw him into prison. The Bodhisatta entered on an ecstatic meditation and sat cross-legged in the air. A burning heat sprang up in the body of Vanka. He came to the Bodhisatta and questioned:–

While others weep and wail, their cheeks with tears be stained,

Why still with smiling face, has Ghata never complained?

Then the Bodhisatta, to explain why he did not grieve, said:–

To change the past all sorrow is but vain,

It has no blessing for a future state:

Why should I, Vanka, of my woes complain?

Grief is no helpmeet fit with us to mate.

One that is sick with sorrow pines away,

His food insipid and distasteful grows,

Pierced as with arrows, to his grief a prey,

He sinks a laughing – stock to all his foes.

Whether my home be on dry land or sea,

Be it in village, or some forest drear,

No sorrow ever shall come nigh to me,

A soul converted can have not to fear.

But he that lacks completion in himself

And is with lust of things of sense a-fire,

Not the whole world, with all its sordid pelf,

Can e’er suffice for such a man’s desire.

Vanka therefore, after hearing these four stanzas, asked forgiveness of the Bodhisatta, and restored him to his kingdom and went his way.

But the Bodhisatta handed over the kingdom to his ministers, and retreating to the Himalayas became an ascetic, and without any break in his ecstatic meditation was destined to birth in the world of Brahma.

The Master, having ended his lesson, identified the Birth: “At that time Ananda was king Vanka, and I myself was king Ghata.”