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Source: Adapted from Archaic translation by Robert ChalmersEdit
JATAKA No. 35
"With, wings that fly not."--This story was told by the Master, while on an alms-pilgrimage through Magadha, about the going-out of a jungle fire. Once the Master, while on an alms-pilgrimage through Magadha, went on his morning round for alms through a certain village in that country; on his return, after his meal, he went out again followed by the company of the Brethren (Monks). Just then a great fire broke out. There were numbers of Brethren both in front of the Master and behind him. On came the fire, spreading far and wide, till all was one sheet of smoke and flame. On this, some unconverted Brethren were seized with the fear of death. "Let us make a counter fire," they cried; "and then the big fire will not sweep over the ground we have fired." And, with this view, they set about starting a fire with their tinder-sticks.
But others said, "What is this you do, Brethren? You are like such as notice not the moon in mid-heaven, or the sun rising with countless rays from the east, or the sea on whose shores they stand, or Mount Sineru towering before their very eyes, when, as you journey along in the company of him who is exceptional among Devas(Angels) and men alike, you give not a thought to the All-Enlightened Buddha, but cry out, 'Let us make a fire!' You know not the might of a Buddha! Come, let us go to the Master." Then, gathering together from front and rear alike, the Brethren in a body flocked round the Lord of Wisdom. At a certain spot the Master halted, with this mighty assembly of the Brethren surrounding him. On rolled the flames, roaring as though to devour them. But when they approached the spot where the Buddha had taken his stand, they came no nearer than sixteen lengths, but there and then went out, even as a torch plunged into water. It had no power to spread over a space thirty-two lengths in diameter.
The Brethren burst into praises of the Master, saying, "Oh! how great are the virtues of a Buddha! For, even this fire, though lacking sense, could not sweep over the spot where a Buddha stood, but went out like a torch in water. Oh! how marvellous are the powers of a Buddha!"
Hearing their words, the Master said, "It is no present power of mine, Brethren, that makes this fire go out on reaching this spot of ground. It is the power of a former 'Act of Truth' of mine. For in this spot no fire will burn throughout the whole of this aeon, the miracle being one which endures for an aeon ."
Then the Elder Monk Ananda folded a robe into four and spread it for the Master to sit on. The Master took his seat. Bowing to the Buddha as he sat cross-legged there, the Brethren too seated themselves around him. Then they asked him, saying, "Only the present is known to us, sir; the past is hidden from us. Make it known to us." And, at their request, he told this story of the past.
Once upon a time in this exactly same spot in Magadha, it was as a quail that the Bodhisattva came to life once more. Breaking his way out of the shell of the egg in which he was born, he became a young quail, about as big as a large ball. And his parents kept him lying in the nest, while they fed him with food which they brought in their beaks. In himself, he had not the strength either to spread his wings and fly through the air, or to lift his feet and walk upon the ground. Year after year that spot was always ravaged by a jungle-fire; and it was just at this time that the flames swept down on it with a mighty roaring. The flocks of birds, darting from their several nests, were seized with the fear of death, and flew shrieking away. The father and mother of the Bodhisattva were as frightened as the others and flew away, forsaking the Bodhisattva. Lying there in the nest, the Bodhisattva stretched on his neck, and seeing the flames spreading towards him, he thought to himself, "Had I the power to put on my wings and fly, I would wing my way hence to safety; or, if I could move my legs and walk, I could escape elsewhere afoot. Moreover, my parents, seized with the fear of death, are fled away to save themselves, leaving me here quite alone in the world. I am without protector or helper. What, then, shall I do this day?"
Then this thought came to him:-"In this world there exists what is termed the effectiveness of Goodness, and what is termed the effectiveness of Truth. There are those who, through their having realised the Perfections in past ages, have attained beneath the Bo(Pipal)-tree to be All-Enlightened; who, having won Release by goodness, tranquillity and wisdom, possess also discernment of the knowledge of such Release; who are filled with truth, compassion, mercy, and patience; whose love embraces all creatures alike; whom men call infinitely knowledgeable Buddhas. There is an effectiveness in the attributes they have won. And I too grasp one truth; I hold and believe in a single principle in Nature. Therefore, it makes me to call to mind the Buddhas of the past, and the importance they have won, and to lay hold of the true belief that is in me touching the principle of Nature; and by an Act of Truth to make the flames go back, to the saving both of myself and of the rest of the birds."
Therefore it has been said:-
There's exceptional grace in Goodness in this world; There's truth, compassion, purity of life. By that, I'll work a matchless Act of Truth.
Remembering Faith's might, and taking thought On those who triumphed in the days gone by, Strong in the truth, an Act of Truth I brought.
Accordingly, the Bodhisattva, calling to mind the power of the Buddhas long since past away, performed an Act of Truth in the name of the true faith that was in him, repeating this stanza:-
With wings that fly not, feet that walk not yet, Forsaken by my parents, here I lie! For which reason I conjure you, dreaded Lord of Fire, Primaeval Jataveda, turn! go back!
Even as he performed his Act of Truth, Jataveda went back a space of sixteen lengths; and in going back the flames did not pass away to the forest devouring everything in their path. No; they went out there and then, like a torch plunged in water. Therefore it has been said:-
I brought my Act of Truth, and with that The sheet of blazing fire left sixteen lengths Unscathed, like flames by water met and quenched.
And as that spot escaped being wasted by fire throughout a whole aeon, the miracle is called an 'aeon-miracle.' When his life closed, the Bodhisattva, who had performed this Act of Truth, passed away to fare according to his deeds.
"Thus, Brethren(Monks)," said the Master, "it is not my present power but the power of an Act of Truth performed by me when a young quail, that has made the flames pass over this spot in the jungle." His lesson ended, he preached the Truths, at the close of which some won the First, some the Second, some the Third Path(Trance), while others again became Arhats(Enlightened equal to Buddha). Also, the Master explained the relation and identified the Birth by saying, "My present parents were the parents of those days, and I myself the king of the quails."