Jataka Vol. II: Book III. Tika-Nipāta: No. 298. Udumbara-Jātaka
No. 298.
UDUMBARA-JĀTAKA 1.
"Ripe are the figs," etc.--This story the Master told at Jetavana, about a
certain Brother, who had made a hermitage to live in at a certain village on the
frontier. This delightful dwelling stood upon a flat rock; a little well-swept
spot, with enough water to make it pleasant, a village close at hand to go your
rounds in, and friendly people to give food. A Brother on his rounds arrived at
this place. The Elder who lived in it did the duties of host to the new arrival,
and next day took him along with him for his rounds. The people gave him food,
and invited him to visit them again next day. After the new-comer had thus fared
a few days, he meditated by what means he could oust the other [445] and get
hold of the hermitage. Once when he had come 2 to wait upon the Elder, he asked,
"Have you ever visited the Buddha, friend?" "Why no, Sir; there's
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no one here to look after my hut, or I should have gone before." "Oh, I'll look
after it while you are gone to visit the Buddha," said the new-comer; and so the
owner went, after laying injunctions upon the villagers to take care of the holy
Brother until his return. The new-comer proceeded to backbite his host, and
hinted to the villagers all sorts of faults in him. The other visited his
Master, and returned; but the new-corner refused him harbourage. He found a
place to abide in, and next day went on his rounds in the village. But the
villagers would not do their duty by hire. He was much discouraged, and went
hack to Jetavana, where he told the Brethren all about it. They began to discuss
the matter in their Ball of Truth: "Friend, Brother So-and-so has turned Brother
So-and-so out of his hermitage, and taken it for himself!" The Master came in,
and wanted to know what they were discussing as they sat there. They told him.
Said he, "Brethren, this is not the first time that this man turned the other
out of his dwelling;" and he told them an old-world tale.
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Once on a time, when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta became
a Tree-spirit in the woods. At that time during the rainy season rain used to
pour down seven days on a stretch. A certain small red-faced Monkey lived in a
rock-cave sheltered from the rain. One day he was sitting at the mouth of it, in
the dry, quite happy. As he sat there, a big black-faced Monkey, wet through,
perishing with cold, spied him. "How can I get that fellow out, and live in his
hole?" he wondered. Puffing out his belly, and making as though he had eaten a
good meal, he stopped in front of the other, and repeated the first stanza:
"Ripe are the figs, the banyans good,
And ready for the Monkey's food.
Come along with me and eat!
Why should you for hunger fret?"
[446] Redface believed all this, and longed to have all this fruit to eat. So he
went off, and hunted here, and hunted there, but no fruit could he find. Then he
came back again; and there was Blackface sitting inside his cave! He determined
to outwit him; so stopping in front he repeated the second stanza:
"Happy he who honour pays
To his elders full of days;
Just as happy I feel now
After all that fruit, I vow!"
The big monkey listened, and repeated the third:
"When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug of war;
A monkey scents a monkey's tricks afar.
Even a young one were too sharp by half;
But old birds never can be caught with chaff."
The other made off.
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When the Master ended this discourse, he summed up the birth-tale: "At that time
the owner of the hut was the little monkey, the interloper was the big black
monkey, but the Tree-spirit was I myself."
Footnotes
303:1 Folk-Lore Journal, 3. 255.
303:2 Reading āgantvā (which is surely right).
Next: No. 299. Komāya-Putta-Jātaka
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