Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was king in Benares, the Bodhisatta was a merchant, giving gifts, keeping the commands, and performing the fast day duties; and so his wife kept the five commands, and so also did his sons, his daughters and his servants and workpeople. So he was called the merchant Suciparivara (pure household). He thought, “If one of purer morals than I should come, it would not be proper to give him my couch to sit on or my bed to lie on, but to give him one pure and unused”; so he had an unused couch and bed prepared on one side in his presence-chamber.

At that time in the Heaven of the Four Kings Kalakanni, daughter of Virupakkha, and Siri, daughter of Dhatarattha, both together took many perfumes and garlands and went on the lake Anotatta to play there. Now on that lake there are many bathing-places; the Buddhas bathe at their own place, the pacceka buddhas at theirs, the Brethren at theirs, the ascetics at theirs, the gods of the six Kama-heavens at theirs, and the goddesses at theirs. These two came there and began to quarrel as to which of them should bathe first. Kalakanni said, “I preside over the course of conduct that gives lordship to mankind: it is proper that I bathe first.” Then both said, “The Four Kings will know which of us ought to bathe first”; so they went to them and asked which of the two was worthy to bathe first in Anotatta. Dhatarattha and Virupakkha said, “We cannot decide,” and laid the duty on Virulha and Vessavana. They too said, “We cannot decide, we will send it to our Lord’s feet”; so they sent it to Sakka. He heard their tale and thought, “Those two are the daughters of my vassals; I cannot decide this case” : so he said to them, “There is in Benares a merchant called Suciparivara; in his house are prepared an unused couch and bed; she who can first sit or lie there is the proper one to bathe first.” Kalakanni hearing this on the instant put on blue raiment and used blue ointment and decked herself with blue jewels; she descended from the heaven as on a stone from a catapult, and just after the mid-watch of night she stood in the air, diffusing a blue light, not far from the merchant who was lying on a couch in the presence-chamber of his mansion. The merchant looked and saw her: but to his eyes she was ungracious and unlovely. He spoke:

Who is this so dark of hue?

So unlovely to the view?

Who are you, whose daughter, say?

How are we to know you, pray?

Hearing him, Kalakanni spoke:

The great king Virupakkha is my sir:

I am Misfortune, Kalakanni dire:

Give me the house-room near you I desire.

Then the Bodhisatta spoke:

What the conduct, what the ways,

Of the men with whom you dwell?

This is what my question prays:

We will mark the answer well.

Then she, explaining her own qualities, spoke:

The hypocrite, the wanton, the morose,

The man of envy, greed and treachery:

Such are the friends I love: and I dispose

Their gains that they may perish utterly.

And dearer still are ire and hate to me,

Slander and strife, libel and cruelty.

The shiftless wight who knows not his own good,

Resenting counsel, to his betters rude:

The man whom folly drives, whom friends despise,

He is my friend, in him my pleasure lies.

Then the Great Being, blaming her, spoke:

Kali, depart: there’s naught to please you here:

To other lands and cities disappear.

Kalakanni, hearing him, was sorrowful and spoke:

I know you well: there’s naught to please me here.

Others are luckless, who amass much gear;

My brother-god and I will make it disappear.

When she had gone, Siri the goddess, coming with raiment and ointment of golden hue and ornament of golden brightness to the door of the presence-chamber, diffusing yellow light, rested with even feet on level ground and stood respectful. The Bodhisatta seeing her said:

Who is this, divine of hue,

On the ground so firm and true?

Who are you, whose daughter, say?

How are we to know you, pray?

Siri, hearing him, spoke:

The great king Dhatarattha is my sir:

Fortune and Luck am I, and Wisdom men admire:

Grant me the house-room with you I desire.

Then What the conduct, what the ways

Of the men with whom you dwell?

This is what my question prays;

We will mark your answer well.

He who in cold and heat, in wind and sun,

Mid thirst and hunger, snake and poison-fly,

His present duty night and day hath done;

With him I dwell and love him faithfully.

Gentle and friendly, righteous, liberal,

Guileless and honest, upright, winning, bland,

Meek in high place: I tinge his fortunes all,

Like waves their hue through ocean that expand.

To friend or unfriend, better, like or worse,

Helper or foe, by dark or open day,

Whoso is kind, without harsh word or curse,

I am his friend, living or dead, always.

But if a fool have won some love from me,

And waxes proud and vain,

His forward path of wantonness I flee,

Like filthy stain.

Each man’s fortune and misfortune are his own work, not another’s:

Neither fortune nor misfortune can a man make for his brothers.

Such was Siri’s answer when questioned by the merchant.

The Bodhisatta rejoiced at Siri’s words, and said, “Here is the pure seat and bed, proper for you; sit and lie down there.” She stayed there and in the morning departed to the Heaven of the Four Great Kings and bathed first in Lake Anotatta. The bed used by Siri was called Surabaya: hence is the origin of Sirisayan, and for this reason it is so called to this day.

After the lesson the Master identified the Birth: “At that time the goddess Siri was Upplavanna, the merchant Suciparivara was myself.”