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JATAKA No. 45
"Sense-lacking friends."--This story was told by the Master while at Jetavana monastery, about a maid servant of the Lord High Treasurer, Anatha-pindika. For he is said to have had a maid-servant named Rohini, whose aged mother came to where the girl was pounding rice, and lay down. The flies came round the old woman and stung her as with a needle, so she cried to her daughter, "The flies are stinging me, my dear; do drive them away." "Oh! I'll drive them away, mother," said the girl, lifting her pestle to the flies which had settled on her mother. Then, crying, "I'll kill them!", she hit her mother such a blow as to kill the old woman outright. Seeing what she had done the girl began to weep and cry, "Oh! mother, mother!"
The news was brought to the Lord High Treasurer, who, after having the body burnt, went his way to the Monastery, and told the Master what had happened. "This is not the first time, layman," said the Master, "that in Rohini's anxiety to kill the flies on her mother, she has struck her mother dead with a pestle; she did precisely the same in times past." Then at Anatha-pindika's request, he told this story of the past.
Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisattva was born the son of the Lord High Treasurer, and came to be Lord High Treasurer himself at his father's death. And he, too, had a maid-servant whose name was Rohini. And her mother, in like manner, went to where the daughter was pounding rice, and lay down, and called out, 'Do drive these flies off me, my dear,' and in just the same way she struck her mother with a pestle, and killed her, and began to weep.
Hearing of what had happened, the Bodhisattva thought: 'Here, in this world, even an enemy, with sense, would be preferable,' and recited these lines:-
Sense-lacking friends are worse than rivals with sense,
See the girl whose reckless hand laid low Her mother, whom she now mourns in vain.
In these lines in praise of the wise, did the Bodhisattva preach the Truth.
"This is not the first time, layman," said the Master, "that in Rohini's anxiety to kill flies she has killed her own mother instead." This lesson ended, he explained the relation and identified the Birth by saying:-"The mother and daughter of to-day were also mother and daughter of those past times, and I myself the Lord High Treasurer."