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The Virtue of Forbearance
Once there was a corrupted king Kalabu who ruled
while that time the Bodhisatta was born in the family of a
rich merchant. His name was then known as Kundaka
On the death of his own parents he then realized the
uselessness of gathering the wealth, because there
is no use of the
wealth after the death. So he
refused all his riches and went to the
Himalayas to live a life of an ascetic.
After some time passed, he again returned to Varanasi
in a search to
collect some amount of salt and vinegar for his
some or the other purpose. There he became the
guest of the senior officer and was given an
residence in the royal park.
One day, when the King Kalabu was under the
strong drinks, he visited the royal park which
was probably surrounded
by the female dancers. He rest his head on the
lap of one of his favorite women and started
enjoying the dance and music. Soon he dozed
off. When the women found him sleeping they left
him and started playing in the park.
Seeing that the ascetic was meditating in the park
they requested him to give some oration. While time the king woke up and
his women. Not finding them around, he looked
for them in the park and found them surrounding
the holy person.
Being angry at the view of his women
being attracted to another man, he drag out his
sword to kill him. However, when pleased by
the women he stopped. Then also, in his anger he asked
the ascetic: “What rules you discourse, O monk!”
“The rule of self-control, sir”, the holy
person replied. “What is this self-control?”, asked
the angry king. “Not to be angry when men
insults you and beat you”, answered the ascetic.
“I will test your forbearance then”, saying the king
ordered his men to give the ascetic two thousand
hoops with the lash of thorns.
When this was done, the king disrespectfully asked, “what
rules do you preach, O Monk”! "The rules of
self-control, Your Highness”, the tranquil the
Bodhisatta replied. “Cut off the head of this
fake ascetic”, the king ordered. This was
also done. He then ordered, “chop off his feet,
too”. His feet were also chopped off. “What do
you discourse, now”, again the king asked,
expecting him to change his view. “I Practice
the rules of self-control, sir!” said the
ascetic. This further enraged the king; who
got his nose and ears also cut off. Then the
Bodhisatta said, “my self-control is not
situated on my nose or ears, but is deeply inside my
heart”. By then the king’s tolerance had run out
and he kicked him on his heart and left the
By that time the Bodhisatta was immersed in the
blood. Then after, he said: "long live the king
whose nasty hands have thus injured me.
However, a pure person shall never be angry
to practice the virtue of self-control”.
When the king was returning, the earth divided
into two and consume him then and there.
Some say that the Bodhisatta died on the same
day. While some, however, believe that all his wounds
soon healed up and he went back to the
Himalayas to live his ascetic life again.