Mudu-Pāṇi-Jātaka

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Source: Adapted from Archaic Translation by W.H.D. Rouse
JATAKA No. 262

MUDU-PANI-JATAKA

"A soft hand," etc. This story the Master told at Jetavana monastery, about a back-sliding Brother(Monk). They brought him to the Hall of Truth, and the Master asked him if he were really a backslider? He replied, yes, he was. Then said the Master, "O Brethren(Monks)! It is impossible to keep women from going after their desires. In olden days, even wise men could not guard their own daughters; while they stood holding their fathers' hand, without their fathers' knowing, they went away wrong-doing with a paramour"; and he told them an old-world tale.

Once upon a time, while king Brahmadatta reigned in Benares, the Bodhisattva was horn as the son of his Queen wife. Growing up, he was educated at Taxila, and on his father's death he became king in his stead, and reigned righteously.

There lived with him a daughter and a nephew, both together in his house. One day as he sat with his court, he said,

"When I am dead my nephew will be king, and my daughter will be his chief queen."

Afterwards, when they were grown up, he was sitting again amidst his court; and he said to them, "I will bring home some other man's daughter for my nephew, and my own daughter will I marry into another king's family. In this way I shall have many relations." The courtiers agreed. Then the king assigned to the nephew a house outside the palace, and stopped his coming to the palace.

But these two were in love with each other. Thought the youth, "How shall I get the king's daughter outside the house?--Ah, I have it." He gave a present to the nurse.

"What am I to do for this, master?" she asked.

"Well, mother, I want to get a chance of bringing the princess out of doors."

"I will talk it over with the princess," said she, "and then tell you." "Very good, mother," he replied.

To the princess she came. "Let me pick the insects out of your head," said she.

She sat the princess upon a low stool, and herself sitting on a higher one, she put the princess's head upon her lap, and in looking for the insects, she scratched the princess's head. The princess understood. She thought, "She has scratched me with my cousin the prince's nail, not her own.--Mother," asked she, "have you been with the prince?"

"Yes, my daughter."

"And what did he say?"

"He asked how he could find a way of getting you out of doors."

"If he is wise, he will know," said the princess; and she recited the first stanza, asking the old woman learn it and repeat it to the prince:-

"A soft hand, and a well-trained elephant,  And a black rain-cloud, gives you what you want."

The woman learnt it, and returned to the prince.

"Well, mother, what did the princess say?" he asked.

"Nothing, but only sent you this stanza," replied she; and she repeated it. The prince took it in, and dismissed her.

The prince understood exactly what was meant. He found a beautiful and soft-handed page boy, and prepared him. He bribed the keeper of a state elephant, and having trained the elephant to be impassive, he bided his time. Then, one fast-day of the dark fortnight, just after the middle watch, rain fell from a thick black cloud. "This is the day the princess meant," thought he; he mounted the elephant, and placed the boy of the soft hands on its back, and set out. Opposite the palace he fastened the elephant to the great wall of an open courtyard, and stood before a window getting drenched.

Now the king watched his daughter, and let her rest nowhere but upon a little bed, in his presence. She thought to herself, "To-day the prince will come!" and lay down without going to sleep.

"Father," said she, "I want to bathe."

"Come along, my daughter," said the king. Holding her hands, he led her to the window; he lifted her, and placed her on a lotus ornament outside it, holding her by one hand. As she bathed herself, she held out a hand to the prince. He untied off the bangles from her arm, and fastened them on the arm of his page boy; then he lifted the boy, and placed him upon the lotus beside the princess. She took his hand, and placed it in her father's, who took it, and let go his daughter's hand. Then she untied the ornaments from her other arm, and fastened them on the other hand of the boy, which she placed in her father's, and went away with the prince. The king thought the boy to be his own daughter; and when the bathing was over, he put him to sleep in the royal bedchamber, shut to the door, and set his seal on it; then setting a guard, he retired to his own chamber, and lay down to rest.

When the daylight came, he opened the door, and there he saw this boy. "What's this?" cried he. The boy told how she was fled along with the prince. The king was let down. "Not even if one goes along and holds hands," thought the king, "can one guard a woman. Thus women it is impossible to guard;" and he uttered these other two stanzas:-

"Though soft of speech, like rivers hard to fill, Insatiate, nothing can satisfy their will:  Down, down they sink: a man should flee afar  From women, when he knows what kind they are.  Whomsoever they serve for gold or for desire,  They burn him up like fuel in the fire."

So saying, the great Being added, "I must support my nephew;" so with great honour he gave his daughter to this very man, and made him viceroy. And the nephew at his uncle's death became king himself.

When the Master had ended this discourse, he explained the truths and identified the Birth:-at the conclusion of the Truths, the backsliding Brother(Monk) was firmly established in the Fruit of the First Path(Trance): "In those days, I was the king."