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JATAKA No. 109
"As fares his worshipper."--This story was told by the Master when at Shravasti city, about a very poor man.
Now at Shravasti city the Brotherhood(Monks Order) with the Buddha at their head used to be entertained now by a single family, now by three or four families together. Or a body of people or a whole street would club together, or sometimes the whole city entertained them. But on the occasion now in question it was a street that was skewing the hospitality. And the inhabitants had arranged to provide rice-porridge followed by cakes.
Now in that street there lived a very poor man, a hired labourer, who could not see how he could give the porridge, but resolved to give cakes. And he scraped out the red powder from empty husks and kneaded it with water into a round cake. This cake he wrapped in a leaf of swallow-wort, and baked it in the embers. When it was done, he made up his mind that none but the Buddha should have it, and accordingly took his stand immediately by the Master. No sooner had the word been given to offer cakes, than he stepped forward quicker than anyone else and put his cake in the Master's alms-bowl. And the Master declined all other cakes offered him and ate the poor man's cake. Then the whole city talked of nothing but how the All-Enlightened One had not refused to eat the poor creature's bran-cake. And from porters to nobles and King, all classes flocked to the spot, saluted the Master, and crowded round the poor man, offering him food, or two to five hundred pieces of money if he would make over to them the merit of his act.
Thinking he had better ask the Master first, he went to him and stated his case. "Take what they offer," said the Master, "and bless all living creatures with your righteousness." So the man set to work to collect the offerings. Some gave twice as much as others, some four times as much, others eight times as much, and so on, till nine crores(x10 million) of gold were contributed.
Returning thanks for the hospitality, the Master went back to the monastery and after instructing the Brethren(Monks) and imparting his blessed teaching to them, retired to his perfumed chamber.
In the evening the King sent for the poor man, and created him Lord Treasurer.
Assembling in the Hall of Truth the Brethren spoke together of how the Master, not refusing the poor man's bran-cake, had eaten it as though it were ambrosia (food of gods), and how the poor man had been enriched and made Lord Treasurer to his great good fortune. And when the Master entered the Hall and heard what they were talking of, he said, "Brethren, this is not the first time that I have not refused to eat that poor man's cake of bran. I did the same when I was a Tree-fairy, and then too was the means of his being made Lord Treasurer." So saying he told this story of the past.
Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisattva was a Tree-fairy living in a castor-oil plant. And the villagers of those days were superstitious about gods(angels). A festival came round and the villagers offered sacrifices to their respective Tree-fairies. Seeing this, a poor man explained worship to the castor-oil tree. All the others had come with garlands, odours, perfumes, and cakes; but the poor man had only a cake of husk-powder and water in a coconut shell for his tree. Standing before it, he thought within himself, "Tree-fairies are used to heavenly food, and my Tree-fairy will not eat this cake of husk-powder. Why then should I lose it outright? I will eat it myself." And he turned to go away, when the Bodhisattva from the fork of his tree exclaimed, "My good man, if you were a great lord you would bring me elegant loaves of bread; but as you are a poor man, what shall I have to eat if not that cake? Rob me not of my portion." And he uttered this stanza:-
As fares his worshipper, a fairy must fare. Bring me the cake, nor rob me of my share.
Then the man turned again, and, seeing the Bodhisattva, offered up his sacrifice. The Bodhisattva fed on the flavour and said, "Why do you worship me?" "I am a poor man, my lord, and I worship you to be eased of my poverty." "Have no more care for that. You have sacrificed to one who is grateful and mindful of kindly deeds. Round this tree, neck to neck, are buried pots of treasure. Go tell the King, and take the treasure away in waggons to the King's courtyard. There pile it in a heap, and the King shall be so well-pleased that he will make you Lord Treasurer." So saying, the Bodhisattva vanished from sight. The man did as he was asked, and the King made him Lord Treasurer. Thus did the poor man by aid of the Bodhisattva come to great fortune; and when he died, he passed away to fare according to his deeds.
His lesson ended, the Master identified the Birth by saying, "The poor man of to-day was also the poor man of those times, and I the Tree-fairy who lived in the castor-oil tree."