Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta was his councilor in things temporal and spiritual. The king was set on the way of the evil courses, ruled his kingdom unrighteously and collected wealth by oppressing the people. The Bodhisatta wishing to admonish him goes about looking for a parable. Now the king’s bed-chamber was unfinished and the roof was not complete upon it; the rafters supported a peak but were only just set in position.

The king had gone and taken his pleasure in the park; when he came to his house he looked up and saw the round peak; fearing it would fall upon him he went and stood outside, then looking up again he thought “How is that peak resting so? And how are the rafters?” and asking the Bodhisatta he spoke:–

The peak’s a cubit and a half in height,

Eight spans will compass it in circuit round,

Of simsapa and sara built a right:

Why does it stand so sound?

Hearing his the Bodhisatta thought “I have now got a parable to admonish the king,” and spoke:–

The thirty rafters bent, of sara wood.

Set equally, encompass it around,

They press it tightly, for their hold is good:

It is set aright and sound

So is the wise man, girt by faithful friends,

By steadfast counselors and pure:

Never from height of fortune he descends:

As rafters hold the secure.

While the Bodhisatta was speaking, the king considered his own conduct, “If there is no peak, the rafters do not stand fast; the peak does not stand if not held by the rafters; if the rafters break, the peak falls; and even so a bad king, not holding together his friends and ministers, his armies, his brahmin and householders, if these break up, is not held by them but falls from his power; a king must be righteous.”

At that instant they brought him a citron as a present. The king said to the Bodhisatta, “Friend, eat this citron.” The Bodhisatta took it and said, “O king, people who know not how to eat this make it bitter or acid; but wise men who know take away the bitter, and without removing the acid of spoiling the citron-flavour they eat it,” and this parable he showed the king the means of collecting wealth, and spoke:–

The rough-skinned citron bitter is to eat,

If it remain untouched by carver’s steel:

Take but the pulp, O king, and it is sweet:

You spoil the sweetness if you add the peel.

Even so the wise man without violence,

Gathers king’s dues in village and in town,

Increases wealth, and yet gives no offence:

He walks the way of right and of renown.

The king taking counsel with the Bodhisatta went to a lotus-tank, and seeing a lotus in flower, with a hue like the new-risen sun, not defiled by the water, he said: “Friend! that lotus frown in the water stands under by the water.” Then the Bodhisatta said, “O said, “O king, so should a king be, and spoke:

Like the lotus in the pool,

White roots, waters pure, sustain if ‘

In the sun’s face flowering full,

Dust nor mud nor wet cam stain it.

So the man whom cirtues rule,

Meek and pure and good we style him:

Like the lotus in the pool

Stain of sin cannot defile him.

The king hearing the Bodhisatta’s admonition afterwards ruled his kingdom righteously, and doing good actions. Charity and the rest became destined for heave for heave.