Jataka Vol. II: Book II. Dukanipāta: No. 163. Susīma-Jātaka
No. 163.
SUSĪMA-JĀTAKA.
"Five score black elephants," etc.--This story the Master told at Jetavana,
about arbitrary giving of alms.
We hear that at Sāvatthi, a family used sometimes to give alms to the Buddha and
his friends, sometimes they used to give to the heretics, or else the givers
would form themselves into companies, or again the people of one street would
club together, or the whole of the inhabitants would collect voluntary
offerings, and present them.
On this occasion all the inhabitants had made such a collection of all
necessaries; but counsels were divided, some demanding that this be given to the
heretics, some speaking for those who followed the Buddha. Each party stuck to
their point, the disciples of the heretics voting for the heretics, and the
disciples of Buddha for Buddha's company. Then it was proposed to divide upon
the question, and accordingly they divided; those who were for the Buddha were
in the majority.
So their plan was followed, and the disciples of the heretics could not prevent
the gifts being offered to the Buddha and his followers.
The citizens gave invitation to the Buddha's company; for seven days they set
rich offerings before them, and on the seventh gave over all the articles they
had collected. The Master returned thanks, [46] after which he instructed a host
of people in the fruition of the Paths. Next he returned to Jetavana; and when
his followers had done their duties, he delivered a Buddha's discourse standing
before his scented chamber, into which he then retired.
At evening time the Brethren talked the matter over together in the Hall of
Truth: "Friend, how the heretics' disciples tried to prevent this from coming to
the saints! Yet they couldn't do it; all the collection of articles was laid
before the saints' own feet. Ah, how great is the Buddha's power!" "What is this
you are talking about now together?" asked the Master, coming in. They told him.
"Brethren," said he, "this is not the first time that the disciples of the
heretics have tried to thwart an offering which should have been made to me.
They did the sane before; but always these articles have been finally laid at my
feet." So saying, he told them a tale of long ago.
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Once upon a time there lived in Benares a king Susīma; and the Bodhisatta was
the son of his chaplain's lady. When he was sixteen years old, his father died.
The father while he lived was Master of the Ceremonies in the king's elephant
festivals. He alone had right to all the trappings and appointments of the
elephants which came into the place of festival. By this means he gained as much
as ten millions at each festival.
At the time of our story the season for an elephant festival came round. And the
Brahmins all flocked to the king, with these words: "O great king! the season
for an elephant festival has come, and a festival should be made. But this your
chaplain's son is very young; he knows neither the three Vedas nor the lore of
elephants 1. Shall we conduct the ceremony?" To this the king consented.
Off went the Brahmins delighted. "Aha," said they, "we have barred this lad from
performing the festival. We shall do it ourselves, and keep the gains!"
But the Bodhisatta's mother heard that in four days there was to be an elephant
festival. [47] "For seven generations," thought she, "we have managed the
elephant festivals from father to son. The old custom will pass from us, and our
wealth will all melt away!" She wept and wailed. "Why are you weeping?" asked
her son. She told him. Said he--"Well, mother, shall I conduct the festival?"
"What, you, sonny? You don't know the three Vedas or the elephant lore; how can
you do it?" "When are they going to have the festival, mother?" "Four days from
now, my son." "Where can I find teachers who know the three Vedas by heart, and
all the elephant lore?" "Just such a famous teacher, my son, lives in Takkasilā,
in the realm of Gandhāra, two thousand leagues away." "Mother," says he, "our
hereditary right we shall not lose. One day will take me to Takkasilā; one night
will be enough to teach me the three Vedas and the elephant lore; on the morrow
I will journey home; and on the fourth day I will manage the elephant festival.
Weep no more!" With these words he comforted his mother.
Early next morning he broke his fast, and set out all alone for Takkasilā, which
he reached in a single day. Then seeking out the teacher, he greeted him and sat
on one side.
"Where have you come from?" the teacher asked.
"From Benares, Teacher."
"To what end?"
"To learn from you the three Vedas and the elephant lore."
"Certainly, my son, you shall learn it."
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"But, Sir," said our Bodhisatta, "my case is urgent." Then he recounted the
whole matter, adding, "In a single day I have traversed a journey of two
thousand leagues. Give me your time for this one night only. Three days from now
there is to be an Elephant festival; I will learn the whole after one lesson."
The Teacher consented. Then the lad washed his master's feet, and laid before
him a fee of a thousand pieces of money; [48] he sat down on one side, and
learnt his lesson by heart; as day broke, even as the day broke, he finished the
three Vedas and the Elephant Lore. "Is there any more, Sir?" asked he. "No, my
son, you have it all." "Sir," he went on, "in this book such a verse comes in
too late, such another has gone astray in the reading. This is the way to teach
your pupils for the future," and then he corrected his teacher's knowledge for
him.
After an early meal he took his leave, and in a single day he was back again in
Benares, and greeting his mother. "Have you learnt your lesson, my boy?" said
she. He answered, yes; and she was delighted to hear it.
Next day, the festival of the elephants was prepared. A hundred elephants were
set in array, with golden trappings, golden flags, all covered with a network of
fine gold; and all the palace courtyard was decked out. There stood the
Brahmins, in all their fine gala dress, thinking to themselves, "Now we shall do
the ceremony, we shall do it!" Presently came the king, in all his splendour,
and with him the ornaments and other things that were used.
The Bodhisatta, apparelled like a prince, at the head of his suite, approached
the king with these words.
"Is it really true, O great king, that you are going to rob me of my right? Are
you going to give other brahmins the managing of this ceremony? Have you said
that you mean to give them the various ornaments and vessels that are used?" and
he repeated the first stanza as follows:
"Five score black elephants, with tusks all white
Are thine, in gold caparison bedight.
'To thee, and thee I give them'--dost thou say,
Remembering my old ancestral right?"
[49] King Susīma, thus addressed, then repeated the second stanza:--
"Five score black elephants, with tusks all white,
Are mine, in gold caparison bedight.
'To thee, and thee I give them'--so I say,
My lad, remembering thine ancestral right."
Then a thought struck the Bodhisatta; and he said, "Sire, if you do remember my
ancient right and your ancient custom, why do you neglect me and make others the
masters of your festival?" "Why, I
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was told that you did not know the three Vedas or the Elephant Lore, and that is
why I have caused the festival to be managed by others." "Very well, Sire. If
there is one amongst all these brahmins who can recite a portion of the Vedas or
the Elephant Lore against me, let him stand forward! Not in all India is there
one save me who knows the three Vedas and the Elephant Lore for the ordering of
an Elephant festival!" [50] Proud as a lion's roar rang out the answer! Not a
brahmin durst rise and contend with him. So the Bodhisatta kept his ancestral
right, and conducted the ceremony; and laden with riches, he returned to his own
home.
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When the Master had ended this discourse, he declared the Truths, and identified
the Birth:--some entered on the First Path, some on the Second, some the Third,
and some the Fourth:--"Mahāmāyā was at that time my mother, king Suddhodana was
my father, Ānanda was king Susīma, Sāriputta the famous Teacher and I myself was
the young Brahmin."
Footnotes
32:1 An elephant trainer's manual, the hastisūtram or hastiçikṣā, cf.
Mallinātha, Raghuv. vi. 27.
Next: No. 164. Gijjha-Jātaka
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