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ášááźáášáááŻá¸ááŻáášááášáąáᏠáąááŹáááŹá¸ ááşáŽá¸áááŻááš
"The greedy fool crow which is headstrong"
Once on a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta was born a pigeon. Now the Benares folk of those days, as an act of goodness, used to hang up straw-baskets in divers places for the shelter and comfort of the birds; and the cook of the Lord High Treasurer of Benares hung up one of these baskets in his kitchen. In this basket the Bodhisatta took up his abode, sallying out at daybreak in quest of food, and returning home in the evening; and so he lived his life.
áąáá˝á¸áĄááŤá ááŹááŹáááŽáťááášááźááš áťáááźááášááášá¸ážááŽá¸á ááŻá¸á áśá áĽáš ááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸áááš áááŻáááááŻá áąááŹáášáá˝ááąááá˛áˇáá áááŻáĄááşááášá ááŹááŹááŽááŽáťáááłááá°áťáááłáááŹá¸ááşáŹá¸áááš ááŻáááŻáášáąááŹáášá¸áá áťááłááŻáášááášáˇáĄáąááťááášáˇ áá˝áášááşáŹá¸ ááŹá¸áááŻááášáá˝áášáˇ ááşáášá¸ááşáášá¸ááŹááŹáąááááŻáášáááš áąááŹáášá¸ááşáŹá¸ááᯠáąáááŹáĄáá˝áśáĄáťááŹá¸ááźááš ááşááášááźá˛áąáá¸áąááˇáá˝áááášá ááŹááŹáááŽáá°áąáá¸á á áŹá¸áąááŹášááşáášááášááášá¸ ááŽá¸áááŻáąááşáŹáášááźááš áąááŹáášá¸áá ášááśáŻá¸ ááşááášááźá˛ááŹá¸ááášá ááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸áááŻáááš áááŻáťááášá¸áąááŹáášá¸áá˛ááźááš áĄáááŻáášááźá˛ááŹá¸áá ááśááášáááŻá¸áąááŹáášááşááášááźááš áĄáťááášáááŻá áĄá áŹáá˝áŹááźáášáᏠááąáááşááášáá˝ áťááášááŹáťááŽá¸ ááááᯠááášááášáąáááášá
But one day a crow, flying over the kitchen, snuffed up the goodly savour from the salt and fresh meat and fish there, and was filled with longing to taste it. Casting about how to have his will, he perched hard by, and at evening saw the Bodhisatta come home and go into the kitchen.
"Ah " thought he, " I can manage it through the pigeon."!
So back he came next day at dawn, and, when the Bodhisatta sallied out in quest of food, kept following him about from place to place like his shadow. So the Bodhisatta said, "Why do you keep with me, friend?"
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ášáąááŹáášá¸áááš ááŽá¸áááŻáá˛áá˝ ááŹá¸ááášááŹá¸áąáᏠá
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ááźááš ááášááášááášáááš áĄááŹá¸á ááŤá¸ áĄááśáááᯠááááááášáááťááŽá¸ á
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ášááźáŹá¸áá˛áˇááášá áĄááášááášáťááášáˇ á
áŹá¸áááá˛áááŻááŹááᯠáĄáąáťáá¸áĄáááŹá¸ á
áĽášá¸á
áŹá¸áááŻáášáťááŽá¸ áĄááŽá¸ááŹá¸ááźááš ááášá¸ááášááŹá¸áąááá ááąááááŻáášá¸ááźááš ááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸ááᯠáĄááášáťááášááŹáťááŽá¸ ááŽá¸áááŻáĄááźáášá¸ááášááźáŹá¸ááášááᯠáťááášáąááźáááźáŹá¸ááášá
"áĄá˛ ááŻáášáᎠááŽááá
áĽááᯠáááŻááąááá
ášááášáˇ áááŻáášááźáášáááŻáááááš" áᯠá
áĽášá¸á
áŹá¸ááááźáŹá¸áá
áąááŹáášáąáá áĄááŻáášááášááşááášááźááš áá
ášáąááŤáášáťááášááŹáá ááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸ áĄá
áŹáá˝áŹááźáášáąááŹáĄá፠áááŻáááŻááášáááš áá
ášáąáááŹáá˝ áá
ášáąáááŹáááŻá áĄáááášááᏠáááŻáášáąááá˛áˇáá áááŻáĄá፠ááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸á "áááášáąááź ááŹáąážááŹáášáˇ áá˝áźáášáŻáášáá˛ááĄáá° áááŻáášáąáááŹáá˛" áᯠáąáá¸áťááášá¸áááŻáášááášá
"My lord," answered the crow, "your demeanour has won my admiration; and henceforth it is my wish to follow you."
"But your kind of food and mine, friend, is not the same," said the Bodhisatta; "you will be hard to eat if you attach yourself to me."
" My lord," said the crow, " when you are seeking your food, I will feed too, by your side." "So be it, then," said the Bodhisatta; "only you must be earnest." And with this admonition to the crow, the Bodhisatta ranged about pecking up grass-seeds; he himself had got his fill turning over field and picking out the insects
áĄáąááźáąááŹáášá¸ ááášáˇ áááŻáášáááášáĄáá°áĄááŹááᯠáá˝áźáášáŻáášáąáá¸á
áŹá¸ááášá áááŻáá˝á
á ááášáˇáąááŹáášááᯠáááŻáášá፠áááŻááŤáááš" áᯠááşáŽá¸á áąáťááŹáááŻáá
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áŹá¸áá˛áˇ áĄá
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áŹáá˛á áá˝áźáášáŻáášá
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áŹá¸ ááá°áá°á¸ áááášáąááź"á áá˝áźáášáŻáášáá˛á ááášááášáááá˝áşááš áááš á
áŹá¸áąááŹáášáááš áĄááášáĄáá˛áťáá
ášáááášáˇáááš" áᯠááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸á áťááášáąáťááŹáá
"áĄáąááźáąááŹáášá¸ áááš áĄá
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áŹá¸áąááŹáášááŤáááš" áᯠááşáŽá¸ááááŻáá
"ááŹá¸ááŤáąááŹáˇá áááš á
ááášáĄáŹá¸ááášááášáááąááŹáˇ áá˝áááááš" áᯠááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸á ááşáŽá¸ááᯠáąáťááŹáááŻáá ááááąáá¸á
ááŹá¸áááŻáťááŽá¸áąááŹááš áąáťááŹáášá¸áąá
áˇááşáŹá¸ááᯠáááášááŽá¸áťááášáˇáááŻá¸ááąááŹášáťááŽá¸ áĄááŽá¸ááŹá¸ááźááš á
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áŹá¸ááşáášááźáášá¸áááŻá áá˝áášáˇááášáťááŽá¸ áááŻá¸áááŹá¸ááşáŹá¸ááᯠáąááŹáášáá°áᏠáá
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And when the Bodhisatta had fed and reached home again at evening, in flew the crow with him into the kitchen. "Why, our bird has brought another home with him;" exclaimed the cook, and hung up a second basket for the crow. And from that time onward the two birds dwelt together in the kitchen.
ááąááááŻáášá¸ á áŹá¸áąááŹáášáťááŽá¸á ááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸ áĄááášáťááášáąááŹáĄá፠ááşáŽá¸áááš á áŹá¸áááŻáąááŹáášáááŻá áĄáá°áááŻáášááášáá˛áˇááášá á áŹá¸áąááŹášááşáášá "ááŹáąážááŹáášáˇ áĄáťááŹá¸áá˝áášááᯠáĄááášáąááááŹááŹáá˛" áᯠáĄáśáˇáĄáŹá¸ááášáˇá áźáŹ áąáťááŹáááŻáťááŽá¸ ááşáŽá¸áĄááźááš ááŻááááąááŹáášá¸áá ášááśáŻá¸ ááášááśááşááášááźá˛áąáá¸ááášá áááŻáĄááşááášáá˝á á áá˝áášáá˝á ášáąááŹáášáááš á áŹá¸áááŻáąááŹáášááźááš áĄáá°áąááááŻáášážááąááŹáˇáá
Now one day the Lord High Treasurer had in a store of fish which the cook hung up about the kitchen. Filled with greedy longing at the sight, the crow made up his mind to stay at home next day and treat himself to this excellent fare.
So all the night long he lay groaning away ; and next day, when the Bodhisatta was starting in search of food, and cried, " Come along, friend crow," the crow replied, "Go without me, my lord; for I have a pain in my stomach."
áá ášáąááááźááš á áŹá¸áąááŹášááşáášáá˝ ááŽá¸áááŻá¸áąááŹáášáĄááŽá¸ááźááš áĄáąáťááŹáášáá˝áášá¸ááŹá¸áąáᏠááŤá¸ááᯠáá°áąáá¸ážááŽá¸á áááášá¸ááášá¸ááźáŹá¸áá áááŻáĄááşáášá¸áĄááŹááᯠáťááášáąááźááťááŽá¸ áąááŹááážááŽá¸ ááášáąááŹáąááąáᏠááşáŽá¸áááš áąááŹáášááášááźááš áĄááášá áąááá ášáťááŽá¸ áąááŹáášá¸ááźáášáąáᏠáĄá áŹá¸áĄá áŹááşáŹá¸ á áŹá¸ááśáŻá¸áááš á ááášáááŻáášá¸áťááášáááŻáášááášá áááŻááąážááŹáášáˇ áá ášáááśáŻá¸ááĄááášáᲠááĄáĄ ááášáąááá áąááŹáášááášááźááš ááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸á áĄá áŹáá˝áŹááźáášáááš áĄá ááşááłá¸áťááŽá¸ááşááášááźááš "áĄáąááź ááşáŽá¸á ááźáŹá¸ážááááš" áᯠáąáááááŻáášáᏠ"áĄáąááźáąááŹáášá¸ áá˝áźáášáŻááš áááŻáášááŹáąááá˛áˇáĄááźááš áááŻáášáˇááŹááŹááᯠááźáŹá¸áááŻáášááŤ" áᯠááşáŽá¸á áťááášáąáťááŹáááŻáášááášá
"Friend,"answered the Bodhisatta, "I never heard of crows having pains in their stomachs before. True, crows feel faint in each of the three night-watches; you must be hankering after the fish in the kitchen here. Come now, man's food will not agree with you. Do not give way like this, but come and seek your food with me."
"Indeed, I am not able, my lord," said the crow.
"Well, your own conduct will shew," said the Bodhisatta. " Only fall not a prey to greed, but stand steadfast." And with this exhortation, away he flew to find his daily food.
"áĄáąááź ááşáŽá¸áąááźáá˝áŹ áááŻáášááŹááášáááŻáᏠáá˝áźáášáŻáášáážááŹá¸áá°á¸ááŤá ááŽááŽá¸áááŻáąááŹáášáá˛á ááŤá¸áąááźááᯠáááš áąááŹáášáˇááąááᏠáťáá
ášáááášá ááŹááŤá áá°áąááźá
áŹá¸áá˛áˇ áĄá
áŹá¸áĄá
áŹáᏠááášáá˛á áááášáˇááŤáá°á¸á áĄá˛ááᯠá
ááášáááášá¸ááŹá¸áááŻáášááŹááşááłá¸ áááŻáášááŤáá˛áá áá˝áźáášáŻáášáá˛á áĄáá°áááŻáášáťááŽá¸ áĄá
áŹáá˝áŹááŤá
"áá˝áźáášáŻááš áááášááᯠááááŻáášáááŻáášáááŻáá፠áĄáąááźáąááŹáášá¸áááš" áᯠááşáŽá¸á áááŻáá
"áąááŹáášá¸áťááŽá áĄááşáášáˇááááĄáŹááᯠáťááááŻáášááŤá áąááŹááá˛á ááŹá¸áąááŹáášáąááŹáˇ áĄáťáá
ášáááśááŤáá˛áá á
ááášááŹáášáááŻáášááŹáąáĄáŹááš ážááśáˇážááśááśááŤ" áᯠááááąáá¸á
ááŹá¸ááşáŹá¸áąáťááŹáááŻáťááŽá¸ áĄá
áŹáá˝áŹáááš ááźáášááźáŹá¸áá˛áˇááášá
After a moment Boddhisattha went, the cook took several kinds of fish, sit and eat it in his basket. So out he flew and alighted on the colander. " Click " went the colander.
" What can that be? " said the cook, running in on hearing the noise. Seeing the crow, he cried, " Oh, there's that rascal crow eating my master's dinner. I have to work for my master, not for that rascal!" So, first shutting the door, he caught the crow and plucked every feather off" his body. Then, he pounded up ginger with salt and chillies and mixed in sour buttermilk finally sousing the crow in the pickle and flinging him back into his basket. And there the crow lay groaning, overcome by the agony of his pain.
ááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸ááᯠááźáášááźáŹá¸á áážááŹáᎠááşáŽá¸áááš ááŤá¸áĄááşááłáááᯠáá°áťááŽá¸ áąááŹáášá¸áá˛ááášáᏠá áŹá¸áąááŹáášáąááŹáˇááášá áááŻááąááŹááš ááášááŤáąáááááŻá ááźáŹá¸áąááŹáášááŹá¸áᏠááášááŤáá˝ áááşáášááşááš áĄááśááášááźáŹá¸áá á áŹá¸áąááŹášááşáášáááš áĄááśážááŹá¸áąááŹáĄá፠"ááŹáťáá ášááŹáá˛ááá" ááŻáááŻáťááŽá¸ áąáťáá¸ááźáášááŹááášá ááşáŽá¸ááᯠáťááášáąááŹáĄá፠"áĄáᯠááŽááşáŽá¸áááášáąáá¸á ááŤáˇáááášáá˛á áá áŹááᯠá áŹá¸áąáááŹáá˛á ááŤá ááŤáˇáááášáĄááźááš á áŽá áĽášááŹá¸ááŹá ááááášáĄááźáášáááŻáášáá°á¸á áááŻáááŻááąáťááŹáááŻáᏠáąáá˝á¸áĽáŽá¸á áźáŹ ááśááŤá¸áááášáťááŽá¸ ááşáŽá¸ááᯠááášá¸ááŽá¸áᏠáááśáŹáááŻáášáá˝ áĄáąááá¸áĄáŹá¸ááśáŻá¸ááᯠáááášáá ášáááŻáášááášá áááŻááąááŹááš ááşáášá¸ááᯠá áŹá¸á áááŻáášááŽá¸áá˝áášáˇ áąááŹáášáťááŽá¸ áááŻáááşáĽášáᲠááášáˇáąáááááŻáášáá áťááŽá¸ááášáá˝áášáˇ ááşáŽá¸ááᯠáááŻá áŹá¸á ááášááášáá˝áášáˇ á ááŻááá˛áąáĄáŹáášááášáťááášá¸áᏠáąááŹáášá¸áá˛áˇáááŻá áá ášááášáˇáááŻáášáá ááşáŽá¸áááš áąááŹáášá¸áá˛ááźááš áá˛á˝ááşáᏠáááşááááśáˇáąáááᏠááśá áŹá¸ááťááŽá¸ ááášá¸áá´áąáááąááŹáˇááášá
At evening the Bodhisatta came back, and saw the wretched plight of the crow. "Ah! greedy crow," he exclaimed, "you would not heed my words, and now your own greed has worked you woe." So saying, he repeated this stanza : â
ááąááááŻáášá¸ááźááš ááŻááŹá¸áąááŹáášá¸ áťááášáąááŹáášááŹááášá ááşáŽá¸á á ááášááášá¸áá˛á áᏠáĄááááŻááĄááᯠáťááášáąááźááťááŽá¸ "áąáᏠáąááŹáááŹá¸ ááşáŽá¸ááá˛á áááš áá˝áźáášáŻáášá ááŹá¸ááᯠáĄáąáá¸áááŻááťááłáá°á¸á áĄááŻáąááŹáˇ ááášáˇ áąááŹáá ááášáˇááᯠááŻááĄáá˝áá˝áąáá¸áťááŽ" áᯠáĄáśáˇáĄáŹá¸ááášáˇá áźáŹ áąáťááŹáááŻá¸áťááŽá¸ á¤á áŹáááŻáášááᯠááźáášáááŻáąáááášá
The headstrong man who, when exhorted, pays
No heed to friends who kindly counsel give.
Shall surely perish, like the greedy fool crow,
Who laughed to scorn the pigeon's warning words.
áááášáąááźááşáŹá¸á ážááášážááášááŹááŹáá˝áášáˇ áĄážááśááŹáášáąáá¸áťááŽá¸
áĄáąáá¸áĄáááš áááŻáášááźáášá¸áąááŹáĄá፠áĄáąáá¸áááŻááťááłáá˛
áá
ášááźáášáááŻá¸ááŻáášááášáá°áááš áááŻá ááááąáá¸á
ááŹá¸áááŻ
áĄáąáá¸áá
ááŻáášáᲠááşáášááášáťááłáąáᏠáąááŹáááŹá¸
ááşáŽá¸áááŻáášáá˛áˇáááŻá á§ááášááŻááş áąááąááşááşáášá
áŽá¸ááá
Then, exclaiming "I too can no longer dwell here," the Bodhisatta flew away. But the crow died there and then, and the cook flung him, basket and all, on the dust-heap.
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