Toh 349Chuyện Kể Mẫu Mực Về Śrīsena (Śrīsenāvadāna)

Summary

In this discourse, the Buddha Śākyamuni describes his past life as King Śrīsena of Ariṣṭa, a bodhisattva renowned for his unstinting
generosity and spiritual resolve. In that life, a sage orders his disciple to ask King Śrīsena for his beautiful wife, Jayaprabhā. Out of compassion,
King Śrīsena gives his wife to the disciple. Śakra, lord of the gods, then claims that King Śrīsena is also able to give
away his own body. The other gods have doubts about this, so to prove his point, Śakra disguises himself as an old brahmin whose lower body has been
eaten by a tiger, and then asks King Śrīsena to gift him his own lower body. With altruistic motivation, King Śrīsena agrees to the request and orders
carpenters to saw him in half. He offers the bottom half to the brahmin, whose body is magically made whole again. King Śrīsena claims he has felt no
regrets and by the power of his words, his own body is restored. During this ordeal, Śakra has kept the king alive and carefully monitored his
reactions. Observing nothing but pure altruism, Śakra then confirms that the king is a true bodhisattva who is capable of the highest acts of
generosity. With this past life story, the Buddha illustrates the kinds of personal sacrifice a bodhisattva will make to attain awakening, even when
these go against the protestations of those closest to him.

Acknowledgements

This translation was produced by the Lokākṣi Translator Group: Tenzin Ringpapontsang, Ruth Gamble, John Powers, and Harmony DenRonden.

This translation has been completed under the patronage and supervision of 84000: Translating the Words of the Buddha.

Introduction

The Exemplary Tale of Śrīsena belongs to one of the most beloved narrative genres in Buddhism, the past life
story (avadāna). It deals with one of the most powerful and pervasive themes in this genre, the
bodhisattva’s bodily sacrifice for the benefit of living beings. In this avadāna, the act of bodily
sacrifice performed by the Buddha’s previous incarnation, the bodhisattva king Śrīsena, forms the centerpiece of an elaborate morality tale
extolling the virtues and far-reaching benefits of selfless generosity.

Most past-life stories of the Buddha are found within two genres of Buddhist literature: avadāna and jātaka. The term avadāna, broadly meaning “narrative” or “tale,” denotes a type of exemplary story that is common to most Indian religious
traditions. In the Buddhist context, avadāna is traditionally specified as the tenth of the twelvefold subdivision of Buddhist scripture (pravacana), classified according to content, thematic structure, and literary style. Although this
class of works is as varied as it is voluminous, the stories typically illustrate the results of good and bad karma, indicating how past deeds
have shaped present circumstances. In this vein, many avadānas, the present one included, set out to show how the exemplary lives of the Buddha,
or, more often, his followers, have resulted from their meritorious deeds in past lives. Avadānas may also, in certain cases, include prophecies
of future spiritual attainments.

Avadānas recounting past deeds, such as the one translated here, typically follow a three-part narrative structure: a story from the
present life of the Buddha or another protagonist, a story of an exemplary past deed, and a connecting conclusion that shows how the past
protagonist and his circle were prior incarnations of the present protagonist and his circle. In this regard, avadānas bear a close relationship
to jātakas (“birth stories” of the Buddha). One notable difference, however, is that the protagonist of an avadāna is often not the Buddha
himself, as it is in most jātaka stories, but one of his followers or prospective followers. Another difference is that avadānas generally concern past
human lives of realized beings, not those of animals or nonhumans, as is the case in many jātaka tales. Finally, while jātaka
stories had wide popular appeal, with plots, characters, and motifs drawn from pan-Indian folklore, the avadānas seem to have originally been
intended primarily for monastics, as suggested by their frequent references to attendant monks, their moral tone, and their specific prescriptions
for Buddhist practice that are interspersed throughout the narratives. Yet, in the course of their historical diffusion, these edifying tales of
spiritual and moral accomplishment eventually gained wide popularity and came to inspire and educate Buddhist monastics and lay followers
alike.

To our knowledge, there is no extant Sanskrit version of the Śrīsenāvadāna. Colophons of the Tibetan
canonical translations of this text indicate that it was translated from Sanskrit by the Indian preceptor Dharmaśrībhadra, a chief editor called
Sherab Lekpa, and the famous translator Rinchen Zangpo (958–1055 ce), who is said to have learned Sanskrit in Kashmir
after traveling there in 975 to study Buddhism. It is interesting to note that the only compilation of Buddhist birth stories in any other
language to include The Exemplary Tale of Śrīsena was also produced in Kashmir and at roughly the same time as
Rinchen Zangpo’s sojourn. This collection was the Bodhisattvāvadānakalpalatā, a literary retelling of many Buddhist avadānas that was composed in Sanskrit by the famous Kashmiri poet
Kṣemendra (ca. 990–ca. 1070 ce).

In the version of the Śrīsenā narrative translated here, the deeds of its protagonist are related by the Buddha Śākyamuni. At the
beginning of the text, the Buddha explains to his disciples that King Śrīsena was a bodhisattva who ruled from the city of Ariṣṭa. He was aided in
his royal duties by his devoted queen Jayaprabhā and chief minister Mahāmati. He is renowned for his generosity and the prosperity he has brought
to his kingdom. After he performs the exceedingly generous act of giving away his queen, his fame reaches the god
realms. At this point, Śakra, lord of the gods, decides to test the authenticity of Śrīsena’s generosity by disguising
himself as the victim of a tiger attack who is missing the lower half of his body, and who has been brought to the king to beg for the monarch’s
lower body as a replacement. As Śrīsena sets out to fulfil the man’s request, his loyal subjects rise in protest and none will agree to help. It
is only after Śakra enchants two of the king’s carpenters that they agree to perform the grisly task.

The bodhisattva king passes Śakra’s test by not only suffering the pain of having his body cut in half, but by undertaking, enduring, and
recalling the ordeal with nothing but joy, love, and equanimity. He is able to do this, the account explains, because he is motivated by the mind
of awakening—the wish to attain awakening for the benefit of all sentient beings. At the end of the story, the Buddha reveals that he was King
Śrīsena in a past life, his wife Yaśodharā was Queen Jayaprabhā, his ordained disciple Śāriputra was his minister Mahāmati, his lay disciple King
Bimbisāra was the god Śakra, and his duplicitous cousin Devadatta was one of the carpenters.

Like most of the past life tales of the Buddha, both avadāna and jātaka, The Exemplary Tale of Śrīsena is a
morality tale that explains and illustrates the relationship between karma and its results. It demonstrates how the performance of good deeds
causes beings to experience happiness and, conversely, the performance of harmful deeds causes them to suffer. It also highlights variations in
the efficacy of good and bad deeds—good and bad deeds can be big and small, powerful and trifling. Even small deeds, however, can significantly
impact an individual’s future behavior and experiences, whether positively or negatively.

As the narrative demonstrates, much of a deed’s power comes not from the action itself, but from the intention behind it. The two
carpenters did not reap the severe karmic consequence that would typically result from sawing a bodhisattva in half because they were enchanted
while they performed the deed and had no control over what they did. Nevertheless, their inability to withstand the enchantment did not bode well
for them, and we are told that they will continue to act out of ignorance in future lives. The bodhisattva’s actions, by contrast, were deemed to
be both powerful and virtuous because they were inspired by the mind of awakening. From the Buddhist perspective, this intention infuses ordinary
positive actions with tremendous power and makes extraordinary actions universally significant.

The perfection of generosity heads these lists, and it is a central theme in many past life stories, and certainly the main focus of
The Exemplary Tale of Śrīsena. Within this narrative, the Buddha demonstrates how important it is not just to
perform an act of generosity, but to do so with altruistic motivation and to dedicate any merit that results. King Śrīsena’s altruistic motivation
is noted no fewer than thirteen times in the course of the text, and he repeatedly dedicates the benefit accruing from his acts of compassion to
the welfare of others.

This account not only describes an act of perfect generosity, but also highlights the moral and spiritual implications of this deed.
Throughout the sūtra, there is a recurring discussion about the purpose of giving away one’s body. King Śrīsena is
presented with many reasons from loved ones why he should not perform this act, such as the grief it will cause his family, the detriments it will
inflict on his subjects, and the pointlessness of giving up such a rare and precious life. King Śrīsena responds to all
these objections by patiently explaining that although he is fortunate to have met with such a valuable opportunity, he will not have fulfilled
his life’s potential if he does not perform the deeds of a bodhisattva. When his relatives and friends beg him not to leave them, he reminds them
that saṃsāra’s impermanent nature means that sooner or later all those who are close to each other must part. If, however, he awakens to
buddhahood, he will have the ability to lead all sentient beings out of this cycle of meeting and parting. Time and again, he responds to those in
his circle who beg him to forego his own suffering with a plea to think about the greater cycles of suffering that he and others will all endure
if they do not attain liberation from saṃsāra.

The conversations that King Śrīsena has about generosity, and the narrative details concerning his sacrificial deed, are reminiscent of
other past life stories featuring bodily sacrifice. Reiko Ohnuma calls these “gift-of-the-body stories” and describes how they are found
throughout all Buddhist canons, most commonly in avadāna and jātaka works but elsewhere as well. A few of these bodily sacrifice stories were well known across Buddhist traditions. Indeed, as Śrīsena argues with
Mahāmati about the merits of his impending deed, he cites several previous gift-of-the-body stories to make his case. These include the stories of
a king of Śibi who gives his eyes to a brahmin, another king of Śibi who gives his flesh to a hawk in order to save a pigeon, and King
Candraprabha who gives his head to a brahmin.

The Exemplary Tale of Śrīsena not only alludes to these other, more famous gift-of-the-body stories, but also
follows their literary conventions closely. There are some obvious thematic similarities. Like the bodhisattvas in the other perfection of giving
stories, for example, King Śrīsena is overjoyed at having the opportunity to perform such an enormous act of generosity. It is not every day that
a person comes and asks a bodhisattva for his or her body. From the bodhisattva’s perspective, the opportunity to give away one’s body presents an
opportunity to perfect generosity in a very direct way. It is also seen as an opportunity to shorten the time it will take the aspirant to become
a buddha. As in related works, the bodhisattva in this story exercises equanimity in offering his body; indeed, it is a stranger that asks for his
body, while his close relatives and friends plead with him not to perform the act.

These bodhisattva bodily sacrifice narratives also share many symbols and tropes. Tigers, for example, and other flesh-eating animals,
like hawks, are often involved. Limbs and eyes are the most commonly offered body parts, and, perhaps by necessity, swords, saws, and other types
of knives also make regular appearances in these stories, as well as sharp teeth.

Along with the content of these texts—their symbols, language, and narratives—the form of gift-of-the-body stories is also similar. Most
of them follow the standard avadāna narrative structure, beginning with the Buddha teaching monks and concluding with the Buddha explaining who
the people in the story famously became, typically the Buddha himself and his closest disciples. By way of this framing narrative, the Buddha
emphasizes the importance of giving wisely—giving, that is, because the bodhisattva sees saṃsāra for what it is: unsatisfactory, impermanent, and
empty of selves. The Buddha-as-narrator then reappears throughout the tale to remind his audience of monks of the importance of the altruistic
deed that is about to be performed, thus repeatedly reinforcing the moral of the story.

In producing this translation, we have based our work on the Degé xylograph while consulting the Comparative Edition (dpe bsdur ma), as well as the Stok Palace manuscript.

The Translation

The Exemplary Tale of Śrīsena

Homage to the Three Jewels!

When they were at Śrāvastī, the Blessed One said to the monks, “Monks, I know the fruits of generosity. I also know how the fruits of
generosity ripen. What if, like me, sentient beings too knew the fruits of generosity? What if, like me, they knew how the fruits of generosity
ripen? Were this so and were someone to ask them for their last mouthful, the last remaining mouthful of their food, they would not eat it so long
as they had not offered it or shared it. The growth of miserliness would not continue to completely entangle their minds. I know the fruits of
generosity. I also know how the fruits of generosity ripen. But unlike me, sentient beings do not know the fruits of generosity. Unlike me, they
do not know how the fruits of generosity ripen. This ignorance is why their minds grasp at everything, why they are not generous, and why they eat
without generosity. The growth of miserliness continues to completely entangle their minds.”

This is what the Blessed One said. After the Well-Gone One had said this, the Teacher also said:

“As the great sages have said,

The ripening of sharing is a matter of great import.

“Thus, if sentient beings knew about this,

They would not eat so long as they could offer.

They would not be miserly,

And never would they give rise to grasping minds.

“But ignorance obscures immature beings.

Since they do not know, their minds are grasping.

Thus they always eat without first offering,

They become miserly, and their minds are overcome.”

When the Blessed One delivered this discourse, the earth shook in six different ways and light rays shone from the Blessed One’s body.
When the monks saw the Blessed One’s inconceivable and marvelous miracles, they were amazed and inquired of the Buddha, the Blessed One,
“Honorable One, the thus-gone, worthy, perfect Buddha would not display such marvelous miracles without causes or conditions. That being so,
Honorable One, what are the causes and conditions of such marvelous miracles?”

“Monks, would you like to hear what caused a miracle like this?” asked the Blessed One. The monks requested just this. Then the Blessed
One replied, “Monks, if this is so, listen carefully, remember my words, and I will tell you.

“Monks, at one time there was a royal estate called Ariṣṭa. It
was wealthy, vast, joyous, with good harvests, and full of people. It was twelve leagues long and seven leagues wide. It was partitioned into quadrants. Parasols, victory banners, and flags were erected over its archways.

“At this royal estate lived a king named Śrīsena, who was a universal
monarch who ruled through
force.
He had a lovely physique, and was beautiful, pleasing to the eye, and had a good complexion. He possessed the best attributes in abundance. He
could remember his past lives naturally, and he was righteous. He was a Dharma king who ruled Jambudvīpa through righteousness.

“King Śrīsena’s power caused the plants to blossom and bear fruit continuously, the gods to make the rains fall at the right times, and
the harvests to be exceedingly abundant. The beings there were free from illness and they all maintained a loving attitude toward each other.

“The king’s noble queen was called Jayaprabhā. She had a lovely figure and was beautiful and pleasing to the eye. She had all her major
and minor body parts. She was the perfect daughter of that land, and King Śrīsena loved, adored, and cherished her.

“Monks, King Śrīsena levied no taxes on any of Jambudvīpa’s people; he collected neither road tolls nor boat fares. The harvests made all
the people wealthy, and they were peaceful. Families filled the lands, cities, towns, countryside, and the king’s
estate.

“Monks, King Śrīsena was a bodhisattva, so he gave away everything. He let go of everything completely—indeed, he let go of everything
completely and without attachment. Absorbed in great giving, he even gave away his own flesh. There was nothing that he
would not give away or let go.

“Monks, at the eastern edge of the city, at Ariṣṭa Estate, King Śrīsena created a site for gift offerings from which he distributed gifts
and performed meritorious deeds. He distributed gifts and performed meritorious deeds at the city’s southern, western, and northern gates as well,
and he distributed gifts and performed meritorious deeds at its intersections. He would, for example, give food to the hungry and drink to the
thirsty. He distributed gifts and performed meritorious deeds by giving food, drink, lamps, flower garlands, scents, perfumes, clothes, blankets, mattresses, back supports, shelters, images, horse-carts, elephants,
horses, ornaments, golden containers filled with silver dust, silver containers filled with gold dust, oxen with golden horns and silver hoofs,
bronze milking containers that were twice covered with cloth, and maidens who were adorned with various ornaments.

“Monks, King Śrīsena gave gifts until everyone in Jambudvīpa was affluent, prosperous, and deeply contented. At that time, 960 million
people lived in the city where the king’s royal estate, Ariṣṭa, was located. King Śrīsena was loved and adored by all. What was more, when men and
women saw him, they experienced insatiable delight.

“Monks, King Śrīsena had twelve thousand ministers. The supreme one among them was called Mahāmati. He was learned, bright, wise, his
charisma affected all, and he took great care of the king. King Śrīsena loved, adored, and esteemed
him. Mahāmati would never tire of gazing upon the king’s form, his complexion, his features, or his shape. He could not be separated from the king
for even a moment.

“Monks, King Śrīsena acquainted all of Jambudvīpa’s people with the path of the ten virtuous actions. He said to them, ‘People of
Jambudvīpa, you must follow the path of the ten virtuous actions. You must adopt the path of the ten virtuous actions correctly.’ Monks, this is
how King Śrīsena instructed his subjects. Thus, during the reign of this universal monarch, when people in Jambudvīpa would die and their bodies
would perish, they were reborn in one of the six god realms. Most were born in the
Heaven of the Thirty-Three, and the divine city Darśanīya was filled with crowds of gods from the Heaven of the Thirty-Three. When it became too
crowded and there was not enough space in the divine city, the gods dwelled on the outskirts of Darśanīya at the
Pārijāta and in groves such as Caitraratha,
Nandanavana, and so forth. Following this influx, the gods who had been born earlier in the Heaven of the Thirty-Three
viewed the perfect accomplishments of the newcomers and were overjoyed. They spoke to Śakra, lord of the gods, saying,
‘Kauśika, how is it that Mount Sumeru is filled with gods, and the divine assembly has increased, while the demigods’ assembly has decreased? We
are beholding something marvelous.’

“After hearing about this from the gods, Śakra, lord of the gods, inspected Mount Sumeru, and as soon as he
did, he too saw that Mount Sumeru was teeming with multitudes of gods. Seeing this, he thought, ‘What causes and conditions led this many sentient
beings to be born here?’ With this in mind, he began to inspect all of Jambudvīpa, and as soon as he did, he saw that it was a result of King
Śrīsena’s influence. Then, with great joy, Śakra, lord of the gods, said to the gods of the Heaven of the
Thirty-Three:

“ ‘Friends, you must listen!

There is a king, a ruler of Jambudvīpa,

Who is renowned as Śrīsena.

He is always inclined toward the Dharma.

“ ‘This great king lives by the Dharma.

In the beginning, middle, and end, he is always virtuous.

He delights in helping all sentient beings

And, principally, he continually brings humans to virtue.

“ ‘He is constantly compassionate,

He gives away his external possessions,

And to those who ask for his flesh,

He gives this away too, with love.

“ ‘Whether that which is asked for is external or internal,

Without any sense of grasping

He bestows everything with kindness

And works diligently to achieve awakening.

“ ‘Like refined gold,

He accomplishes the wishes of all beings.

Through the encouragement of this king

Everyone is inspired to pursue higher rebirths.

“ ‘Because of the influence

Of this great, intelligent king

No one will be born in hell,

In the preta realm, or the animal realm.

“ ‘This king’s resplendent radiance

Illuminates their migrations.

They take joy in giving and discipline,

And they play joyfully in Nandanavana.

“ ‘Those who follow Śrīsena

Are respectful and live

In pleasurable divine worlds,

Where they shine with joy.’

“When the gods of the Heaven of the Thirty-Three heard these words, their minds were overjoyed, and they celebrated. With such joy in
their minds, they exclaimed, ‘This king aspires to fulfill his wish to give away his major and minor body parts—this is marvelous! Yet it is
difficult to give away one’s major and minor body parts. Since there is no one as dear as oneself, he will not be able to give away his major and
minor body parts without concern for his own suffering. This act of giving is not something that one can simply infer.’

“ ‘Friends,’ replied Śakra, ‘do not say these things! This king is powerful. He has magical powers and intense compassion. This is why he
can give away even his own flesh. There is nothing that he cannot relinquish.’

“Shortly thereafter, on another occasion, Śrīsena’s queen, Jayaprabhā, went to sleep on her large mattress, and just before dawn she
dreamt four dreams. First, she dreamt that Śrīsena carried her down off the mattress and then lifted her back onto it. Then he gouged out his own
eyes, but they were later restored. He chopped off his right arm, which fell to the ground, but it was also restored. Finally, she dreamt of a
nonhuman that resembled a stone grinder, made from silver. It suddenly pulled off King Śrīsena’s left arm. After it was thus stolen, however, that
too was restored. Then she woke up. Filled with fear, she gasped and the hairs on her body stood on end. She thought, ‘Either the
lord or I will experience nothing but suffering.’ She told King Śrīsena of her dreams. He had
been trained to interpret dreams, so he thought, ‘As she has seen in her dream, someone will soon come to ask for my wife.’ But he comforted her
and said, ‘Do not be afraid—what is the point of thinking about illusion-like dreams? Do you not see Śrīsena sitting on his mattress? My eyes are
as they were, and my right and left arms are intact.’ The queen sat silently.

“The second night after this, the supreme one among the ministers, the one named Mahāmati, dreamt a dream in which King Śrīsena’s mansion,
which was built of various precious stones, collapsed. The precious stones were then taken away by fearful-looking demons. Later, however, he
dreamt that the mansion was rebuilt. He awoke terrified and distressed, with the hairs on his body standing on end. He thought, ‘Could someone
come to ask for Lord Śrīsena’s body? Could they ask for the body of he who pleases and is affectionate toward all sentient beings, the lord who
offers everything, who gives everything completely, he who gives without attachment? There is nothing that he would not give to lesser, blind,
hungry, suffering, and deprived beings. I will not speak of my dream to King Śrīsena. He would be too delighted about it!’

“He then called a soothsayer and commanded him, ‘Wise one, you must foretell the significance of the dream that I had.’ The soothsayer
said, ‘According to the dream, someone will come soon to ask for the lord’s body.’ When he heard the significance of the dream, the great minister
Mahāmati was struck by deep sorrow. His eyes filled with tears, he rested his hand on his cheek, and he sat depressed, pondering how the force of impermanence had arrived too soon for the loving and compassionate
King Śrīsena, he who had been so affectionate toward all sentient beings and possessed so many great qualities.

“Then, on the third night, twelve thousand ministers dreamt five dreams. They dreamt that ten thousand beings robbed King Śrīsena of his
parasol and crown, but they were then handed back to him; that everyone’s heads were chopped off, but then restored; that the eyes of every human
in Jambudvīpa were gouged out, but then restored; that the hands and feet of every human in Jambudvīpa were chopped off, but then restored; and
that King Śrīsena attempted to ascend the lion throne again after he had descended from it. The terrified, distressed, and despairing ministers
thought, ‘Will the force of impermanence come for King Śrīsena? Will it be the end of this protector of a vast land, he who is so loving and
compassionate, he who brings joy and rouses affection in all sentient beings? Will we live without the king? Will we be separated? Will we be
parted? Will we be alone? Will Jambudvīpa lose its protector and defender?’

“The ministers then called for soothsayers to ask about the dreams’ significance. After a while, the soothsayers foretold that things
would be just as they had dreamt.

“After hearing about the dreams, the populace of Ariṣṭa city was wretched and started to weep aloud. Word spread from person to person,
and soon everyone in Jambudvīpa wailed because of their suffering and intense grief. King Śrīsena heard of this and thought, ‘How pleasing and
delightful that someone would ask for my body!’ Thus, he made an announcement: ‘Wise ones, people of Jambudvīpa, engage in virtue with joy and
calmness. What is the point of thinking about illusion-like dreams?’ When the
people of the world heard King Śrīsena’s announcement, they were relieved.

“In those days, five hundred sages lived on a mountain about two miles north of the royal estate of Ariṣṭa. A short time after the dreams, one of the sages came to the king’s estate to do the sages’
bidding. At that time, King Śrīsena and Queen Jayaprabhā were strolling in the garden. The sage exclaimed, ‘May the king be victorious and live
for a long time!’ The sage also saw Queen Jayaprabhā adorned with ornaments. In a past life the queen had been his wife. The influence of this
previous desire and their previous relationship caused him to have inappropriate thoughts. Thinking these inappropriate thoughts, he walked along
the path, completed his chores in Ariṣṭa city, and went back to his dwelling.

“A little while later, on another occasion, a student of this same sage, a brahmin boy, completed his recitation of the Vedas, touched his
preceptor’s feet, and asked in gratitude, ‘Preceptor, what wealth can I offer you?’

“The sage replied, ‘Son, if you wish, go ask for King Śrīsena’s supreme queen, Jayaprabhā. Give her to me as your offering, a gift for
your preceptor, an homage to your guru.’

“When this was said, the brahmin boy was overwhelmed by great sorrow and acute despair; he was like a deer whose vital organ has been
pierced. He thought, ‘This situation will only come about with difficulty, and it will be no easy task to acquire her. How could a troubled
brahmin like me ask the king to give him Queen Jayaprabhā? Why am I being asked to get something that is unattainable? The preceptor clearly wants to place a curse on me.’

“The change in the boy’s facial expression allowed the sage to realize his thoughts, and the sage said, ‘Son, do not be afraid. Why are
you so depressed? The king is a great being. He gives away everything. He lets go of everything. He lets go of everything completely and without
attachment. He would even give away his own flesh. There is nothing that he would not relinquish in this way. Therefore, son, do not despair; the
king will give you his supreme queen.’

“Then the boy thought, ‘If I do not go, I will be cursed.’ And out of fear of this curse, he said to the sage, ‘Preceptor, if that is so,
I will go.’ After touching the sage’s feet, he traveled to the king’s estate, Ariṣṭa.

“Having applied dust to his body, wearing tree-bark cloth, and holding a staff and a little vase in his hands, the boy went to the site
where King Śrīsena was and exclaimed, ‘May the king be victorious and may his life be long!’ Then he thought, ‘Should I ask? Or will he give her
to me without my having to ask? Or will he not give her to me? Will my wishes be fulfilled or not?’ And he stood in front of the king with an
unsettled look on his face, castigating himself, not speaking.

“Thinking that the brahmin boy had come to beg something from him, King Śrīsena asked him, ‘Brahmin, what is it that you want? Today, I
will fulfill your wishes completely.’

When the king said this, the brahmin boy gained confidence and replied to the bodhisattva, ‘This is good. Lord, on a certain mountain my
preceptor lives with his companions; they are five hundred sages who recite the Vedas. I have completed my Vedic studies with him. Great King,
through your compassion give me Queen Jayaprabhā, and I will offer her to my preceptor as a gift, an homage to my guru.’

“When these words were spoken, King Śrīsena was distraught. He loved the queen. ‘If Queen Jayaprabhā were separated from me,’ he thought,
‘will we survive?’ For a while, all the members of the king’s and queen’s retinues were as quiet as the oceans’ depths. Then it was as if a great
pain were piercing their vital organs. ‘What is this?’ they cried out. ‘What is this?’

“The bodhisattva remained silent, in thought. ‘Unsurpassed and perfect awakening cannot be attained without giving up sons, wife, and so
forth,’ he pondered. ‘Therefore, I must happily give my wife to this brahmin.’ This thought lifted him out of his sadness at losing a loved one.
He descended from the lion throne immediately, and keeping in mind the aspirational mind of awakening, he took the goddess-like, intensely
beautiful Queen Jayaprabhā with his left hand and held a golden vase in his right. The queen felt great pain at the prospect of being separated
from her husband and sighed heavily. Her eyes filled with tears and her face dropped. She suffered as if she had fallen into a deep, dark abyss.

“ ‘Come here, come here great brahmin,’ the king said to the brahmin boy:

“ ‘Handsome, fine brahmin,

You may take my beloved wife.

May this act of generosity swiftly bring

The attainment of true awakening.’

“Then, maintaining the mind of awakening, he poured water onto the brahmin’s palm.

“Monks, at the very instant that King Śrīsena poured the water, the earth shook in six different ways. Having witnessed how a bodhisattva
gives, a great act of giving, an extremely difficult act of giving, the brahmin boy was
utterly seized with wonder. The act even caused hundreds of thousands of sky-dwelling gods to murmur in amazement. Instantly, meteors fell,
blazing in all directions, and the celestial gods beat their drums.

“Fearing that the king might change his mind, the brahmin boy praised the bodhisattva, uttered some prayers for his prosperity, and left
quickly for home, taking Queen Jayaprabhā with him. He then gave the queen to his teacher. For Queen Jayaprabhā, being separated from her beloved
was like being a fish taken out of water. She was wretched, but she knew that thinking about or following the bodhisattva would be in vain, like
wandering from shadows into pitch darkness. Therefore, she merely lamented, ‘Alas, Great King. Alas, Great King.’ Her sadness even caused her to
refuse food.

“As the queen suffered, the shaking caused by King Śrīsena’s deed rattled even Śakra’s abode. The gods spontaneously know what happens
below them but not what happens above them. Śakra, lord of the gods, therefore wondered:

“ ‘The earth quakes with a tremendous sound.

Whose power is behind this sign?

What kind of power is it?

I must know this very clearly.’

“He began to search all over Jambudvīpa. After a while, he discovered that the shaking was a result of the bodhisattva’s extremely
difficult act. When he understood this, he was awed. To the gods of the Heaven of the Thirty-Three, he said, ‘Consider the incredible, amazing act
King Śrīsena has performed. Who can give away such a loving, beautiful, and dear wife without any hesitation, as if they were giving away straw? Friends, through this act we know the great being will give away even his major and minor body parts, without
hesitation.’

“ ‘Kauśika,’ replied the gods, ‘we believe that he can give away his sons and daughters. But we do not believe he can give away his major
and minor body parts. It is too difficult.’

“Śakra, lord of the gods, responded, ‘Friends, leave it be, leave it be. Do not measure the ocean against a
drop of water so small it rests on the tip of a hair strand. Do not measure space
with your arms. Do not compare the light of a firefly to the sun. Do not compare the size of a seed to Mount Sumeru. I will produce evidence for
you all.’

“At dawn, Śakra, lord of the gods, spoke again to the gods of the Heaven of the Thirty-Three. ‘Look, friends!
Now you shall understand!’ That morning, he and four other gods from the Heaven of the Thirty-Three descended to earth, alighting in a forest near
Ariṣṭa city. Śakra transformed himself into an old brahmin whose body had been hacked away below the navel, as if by a saw. Blood gushed from all
sides of the wound. The other four gods of the Heaven of the Thirty-Three emanated as this old brahmin’s sons. They lifted him onto a stretcher
while wailing wretchedly at the agony of losing their father. They left the forest at sunrise, traveling toward the city, intending to claim that
the old brahmin’s lower body had been eaten by a tiger. They arrived at the city gate quickly. Hawks, gulls, and vultures hovered in the sky above
them, drawn by the smell of the old brahmin’s blood. Dogs and foxes trailed behind them on the ground.

“The old brahmin looked pitiful. His plight moved the men and women who saw him. Some asked each other, ‘Friends, how is the old brahmin
still alive when he has no lower body? How are his organs intact?’ Others speculated, ‘He must be a nonhuman demon who has come to devour us. How
else would someone survive without his lower body?’ When the fainthearted heard this, they ran away out of fear. But one brave man thought, ‘He
must be a demon. If he isn’t a demon, how could he appear to have his faculties despite his imperiled state? I will ask him if he is a nonhuman or a demon. It will be difficult for him to speak, but if he does, that
would be astonishing.’ A while later, one of the others who saw the spectacle asked, ‘Brahmin! Are you a human or a demon? Who cut off the lower
half of your body and left you in this state? Where did you come from?’

“Then Śakra, lord of the gods, in the form of the old brahmin, lying on the stretcher and acting as if he were
in tremendous pain, replied in verse:

“ ‘Man of Śibi, be not afraid.

I am a brahmin, not a demon.

Because of past deeds,

I have ended up in this state.

“ ‘Were I to explain everything,

My time would run out.

The Lord of Death is coming quickly.

He will snatch my life away.

“ ‘Please report all this

To your Dharma king.

It is certain that I must experience

The fruits of past actions today.

“ ‘Where can I gaze upon the great one?

Where is the one adorned with all good qualities,

The one who is as peaceful as the moon,

The one who loves giving and discipline?

“ ‘Where does the Dharma king live?

Where lives the one who is as deep as the ocean,

The one who is as stable as Mount Sumeru,

He who is chief among all beings?

“ ‘Where is he who is a refuge for the fearful?

Where is the one to whom all beggars travel,

The one who speaks pleasantly,

He who gives generously and upholds discipline?

“ ‘Quickly, death is looming before me.

Tell me, people of Śibi, where can I see him?

No one but the great compassionate one

Will give me half his own body.’

“In this manner, the old brahmin kept wailing pitifully, uttering weak and disheartened words as he made his way along the path toward the
gate of King Śrīsena’s royal estate. Hundreds and thousands of astonished beings followed after him. As they proceeded, crowds of gods, nāgas,
yakṣas, asuras, garuḍas, kinnaras, and mahoragas, those who understood the physical
damage and bodily pain King Śrīsena was about to endure, were tormented by sadness and began to lament. ‘Alas,’ they cried, ‘it is painful to
learn that the loving, compassionate King Śrīsena, who is peaceful and affectionate toward all sentient beings, is about to suffer and will be
overpowered by impermanence.’

“Hearing this, the throngs of people began to lament, too. At this time, the whole of Jambudvīpa descended into turmoil and chaos spread
everywhere. Smoke darkened the land, meteors fell blazing in all directions, and the celestial gods beat their drums.

“While all this was happening, the brahmin who lived in the mountains, who had been offered Queen Jayaprabhā, noticed her distress at
being separated from her husband. He noticed that she sighed heavily, refused to eat, and gave no thought to him. His heart trembled with
compassion for her, and he thought, ‘I should give her back to King Śrīsena.’ Queen Jayaprabhā was greatly relieved when he assured her that he
would do this.

“He also saw that the whole of Jambudvīpa had descended into great turmoil, and chaos had spread everywhere. Seeing this, he said to his
disciple, the brahmin boy, ‘Brahmin boy, Jambudvīpa is dark with smoke in every direction; it has descended into great turmoil, and chaos has
spread everywhere. Not even the sun and moon are shining, bright and steady. Surely, in a short time Jambudvīpa’s great being will cease to
exist.’ Then the brahmin recited the following verses:

“ ‘The kinnaras, the forest-dwelling gods,

And even the celestial gods complain.

The moon has no light; the sun cannot dispel the darkness.

Not even musical instruments make a sound today.

“ ‘Trees with fruit and flowers are falling,

As if blown over by the wind.

Given that everyone has heard the fearsome and awful sounds,

It is clear that the city will experience unbearable sorrow.

“ ‘All the residents in the delightful city Ariṣṭa are suffering.

Expressing grief and pain among themselves,

They say, “We are definitely defeated.”

Young women with faces like goddesses
wail on rooftops.

“ ‘The people weep profusely as if they were in a terrifying cemetery.

These clouds hanging in the sky thunder but do not rain.

Even the waterholes resting in the earth are drying up.

Peacocks scream as if the forest were crushing them.

“ ‘People rush between their homes in turmoil.

Their lands shake as if they were a ship at sea, battered by winds.

Gales blast piles of garbage and dust into the air.

There are many signs of demise in Ariṣṭa.

“ ‘Brahmin boy, today in this land with which you have a karmic connection,

There are many inauspicious signs.

It is only reasonable that we set off

Toward a place that is auspicious.’

“ ‘Alas, brahmin boys,’ the sage continued, ‘just as these trees are being blown in the direction of the Ariṣṭa royal estate, so it is
certain, brahmin boys, that there will long be tremendous fear of harm and destruction in Ariṣṭa.’

“At the same time, in Ariṣṭa, the bodhisattva was seated on the top floor of his mansion. Hearing a large crowd of people lamenting
below, he came down from his mansion made of precious stones and sat on his large lion throne. Urgently he asked, ‘Wise ones, what is it? What is
happening?’

“The four gods carried Śakra, lord of the gods, into the king’s court on his stretcher, and then placed the
stretcher on the floor. Blood dripped from his bisected body, but he still extended his right hand and in a pitiable voice called out salutations
of victory and long life to the bodhisattva. As his eyes filled with tears, he displayed his bisected body to the bodhisattva, and implored him,
‘You are this world’s compassionate one. You suffer the pains of others. Lord,
protect me. Give me half your body.’

“Hearing this request, Mahāmati, supreme among ministers, said, ‘Lord, this person is not human. He must be a demon or someone possessed
by demons. A human would not survive being sliced in half at the waist. It is impossible and unheard of.’

“To this, Śakra, lord of the gods, responded, ‘People of Śibi, you need not be afraid. I am not a demon. On
the contrary, I am a brahmin. I left my wife and children because we were poor and, intent on creating wealth, I traveled in King Śrīsena’s
direction. I came to the royal estate slowly, and by the time I arrived the sun had set, and the city’s gates were closed. I stayed at a manor not
far from the city. While I was there, I was overcome by the weariness of traveling and fell into a deep sleep. Because of my previous negative
deeds, during the night a tiger came along and used its sharp, saw-like teeth to cut my body in half and steal away the lower half. When I awoke,
I experienced an extreme sensation. The tiger may have used its saw-like teeth to cut my body in half, but because I recognized this was caused by
my previous actions, I did not die. Still, my suffering was incomparable. It was incomparably violent. It was incomparably harsh. It was
incomparably intense. It was an incomparably overwhelming pain, and how I screamed in my misery!

“ ‘When the celestial gods overheard my cries, they consoled me. A goddess said:

“ ‘ “Be not afraid, best of brahmins, be not afraid.

We foresee a long life for you.

Once you have swiftly traveled to Ariṣṭa,

You will be fine.

“ ‘ “A king lives there who grants everything.

He is known as Śrīsena.

If you beg him for half his body,

He will certainly give it to you.”

“ ‘Having said this, the goddess disappeared. As I heard these words from the goddess, my hope of survival grew, and the pain subsided.
Then I became dejected again as I realized I could not get up, let alone walk, with only half of my body. Coincidentally, at dawn, my four kin
arrived. They started to cry when they saw my desperate state and thought I would die. To console them, I told them in detail about the goddess’s
words. They placed me on this stretcher and carried me here.’

“Having spoken these words, the face of Śakra, lord of the gods, was awash with waves of tears. He then said
to the bodhisattva:

“ ‘Great King, I am poor and sick.

I am also an old man and a brahmin.

Please give me half your body,

To grant me this life so difficult to find.

“ ‘Please compassionately grant me

The gift of preserving my life.

Please give me half your body,

Such a gift being the highest of aims.

“ ‘By giving me half of your body

The merit accrued will be as vast as the ocean.

Similarly, the merit you will gain

Will be as limitless as space.

“ ‘Having seen my excruciating pain

And my unbearable hunger and thirst,

Exercise supreme compassion

And give me half your body!

“ ‘Virtuous bodhisattva, you abide by the Dharma.

If you claim to become the equal of an omniscient one,

Then please give me half your body today.

Let me keep this life so difficult to find.

“ ‘Great King, give to me half of your body,

Which is so difficult to give;

If you do, the Dharma, and likewise your fame,

Will spread throughout the entire world.’

“Upon hearing these words, the bodhisattva’s past habits of virtue and his stores of positive predispositions infused his mind, causing
him to shake with compassion. ‘Great brahmin,’ he consoled him, ‘do not be afraid.
Your body will soon be whole. Your wishes will be fulfilled. With an unwavering mind, I offer you half my body.’ His heart filled with joy, the
bodhisattva then spoke the following verses:

“ ‘O, soon you will see me

Give away my body.

It will not be very difficult

To give away my limbs.

“ ‘Although I am my father’s only son,

You can take my body.

Offering my body will result in great awakening.

May it alleviate the intense suffering of all beings.’

“The bodhisattva had heard Śakra’s words, which he had spoken in the form of a brahmin. Therefore, with an entirely satisfied mind and
his eyes open, he said, ‘Brahmin, I will give you half my body. Take it without any qualms.’

“Looking around, he saw his attendants and said to one of them, ‘O, you, go quickly and bring me an exceedingly sharp saw.’

“As he had been enchanted by Śakra, the attendant quickly found a saw and brought it to the bodhisattva. ‘Lord,’ he said, ‘here is a
saw.’

“Promptly, the bodhisattva said to his ministers, ‘Quickly cut off my lower body and give it to the brahmin, before the Lord of Death takes him to the other world. I offer it to the brahmin.’

“The sound of the bodhisattva’s utterly horrifying words created panic in the city as if they were lightning strikes. ‘Oh, the sorrow, the sorrow!’ the
people cried in secret and from on high. Then Mahāmati, the great minister, was wretched with intense pain, as if a vital organ had been pierced,
and his face was as wet from crying as from the rain. He feared the bodhisattva would give away his body without any attachment to it, and seeking to change his mind, he bowed down at his feet and said, ‘Lord, this is
not possible. If your body is cut by a saw, you will certainly die. If you die, you will become a useless corpse. A useless corpse is no good to
this brahmin. Giving your life to him is pointless. Cutting one person’s limb off and attaching it to another does not work. Your divine efforts
will be in vain. Please, be patient. Do not kill yourself in vain. Do not give up your life.’

“Consoling the great minister Mahāmati, the bodhisattva replied, ‘Mahāmati, leave it be, leave it be. At some point, I hope to attain
unsurpassed, perfect awakening and liberate saṃsāra’s beings. Do not hinder my awakening. It is the nature of our existence that we must all
separate, even from those who have been very dear to us for a long time, like our children.’ Having said this, he glanced once again at the saw
and said, ‘This saw is an incomparable object that will direct my merit toward unsurpassed and perfect awakening.’ This is how he thought of it,
and again he said to his minister, ‘Cut off the lower half of my body as soon as you can, before the brahmin dies. Otherwise, my intent will be
fruitless.’

“Mahāmati, the great minister, knew then that the bodhisattva was determined to give away his body. He held the bodhisattva’s feet in
both his hands and kissed them. As tears flowed down his face like rain, he despaired and, overwhelmed with compassion, said to the bodhisattva,
‘Alas, the force of impermanence will strike the lord today. The lord takes care of all of Jambudvīpa, he is the compassionate one, he has
innumerable qualities, and he pleases and is affectionate to all sentient beings.
But, alas, impermanence is powerful! Whoever has seen the lord was fortunate.’

“Having spoken, he stared at the bodhisattva’s face for a long time without blinking. Then, as he contemplated how he could not bear to
witness the bodhisattva’s death, his eyes closed and he fell to the ground unconscious. The bodhisattva then spoke to two carpenters who happened
to be present: ‘Good people, will you help me complete the perfection of generosity? Will you take this saw and
quickly cut off the lower half of my body? Let us fulfill the brahmin’s wish. Let us fulfill my wish to attain awakening.’

“Tears of immense sadness covered the two carpenters’ faces like stormy weather. They touched the bodhisattva’s feet and said, ‘Lord,
your words are inappropriate. If someone else were to challenge you, we could oppose them. But how are we to use a weapon against you? You are
compassionate, loving, pleasing, and affectionate toward all sentient beings. You take care of all of Jambudvīpa. If we were to use this saw to
cut through your body, our actions would cause us to fall instantly into hell.’

“ ‘Sons,’ responded the bodhisattva, ‘do not block the final outpouring of the immortal elixir of a bodhisattva’s patience. Come here,
help me to awaken. Cut off the lower half of my body while the brahmin is still alive.’

“Śakra, lord of the gods, used his power to compel the two carpenters to begin the process. A little while
later, hundreds of thousands of people had gathered in the royal estate and hundreds of thousands of gods had gathered in the sky. They had flocked to see the bodhisattva perform this extremely difficult task, a task so
difficult it made their body hairs stand on end. The bodhisattva stepped down instantly from his lion throne. His intention to give away his body
gave him extreme joy, and he was overwhelmed by his love for the brahmin who asked for it.

“Monks, at the very instant the bodhisattva Śrīsena stepped down from his lion throne, all of Jambudvīpa’s parasols, banners, and flags
bent toward Ariṣṭa Estate. Meteors fell toward it from the four directions. But those who dwelled in the city wailed with the pain of separation.
‘This evil brahmin is going to kill King Śrīsena!’ they shouted. ‘Throw him out of here!’

“Śakra, lord of the gods, prevented the people from hearing what was happening. They were stupefied. The
yakṣas, those who dwell in space and on the ground, came to know that the bodhisattva was unconcerned with his body and wailed in the torment of
their immense sorrow. ‘Alas,’ they cried, ‘King Śrīsena! He who takes care of everyone in Jambudvīpa, he who is compassionate toward all sentient
beings, he will give up his entire body!’ A deity who lived on the royal estate also came to know that he would give up his entire body, and
lamented aloud, ‘King Śrīsena, he who is endowed with so many qualities, is not going to survive because of this beggar!’

“After this, the bodhisattva looked around in the four directions. ‘Gods, nāgas, yakṣas, and kinnaras, all you who dwell in this city,
listen! Make pure prayers for me! I am making this gift today. I am making the
greatest of gifts, the gift of one’s body. I am not making this gift for myself, the king, nor to attain rebirth in a higher realm. I am not
making it for Śakra or for Brahmā. I am not making it to become a universal monarch. I make this gift to attain unsurpassed and perfect awakening.
I make it to liberate sentient beings who are not yet liberated. I make it to console those who need consoling, to unbind those who are bound. By
the truth of my words, may it be accomplished. May some small sign of my awakening appear!’

“To the brahmin, he said, ‘By this action, may you attain all you have
imagined.
May all your wishes be fulfilled. And may I realize unsurpassed awakening completely.’

“The bodhisattva asked his relatives and the city’s inhabitants for patience. He consoled the poor and stricken, before speaking to the
two carpenters. ‘Good people, come here. Before the brahmin’s time runs out, saw at my navel. May I protect all beings who suffer!’ In this way,
with love suffusing all, and with the help of a man who supported him, he promptly lay down on his back and stretched out his legs.

“Monks, as the bodhisattva was lowered onto the ground, the great earth shook in six different ways. The ladies of the
court were deeply
tormented when they heard the news and rushed to the bodhisattva’s side. Tears poured down their faces like rain. They let their hair fall and
beat their chests in mourning. ‘Alas,’ they cried, ‘the pain!’ They were no longer attractive like goddesses. They touched the bodhisattva’s feet briefly and wailed, ‘Please have mercy!’ ‘Alas,’ they cried, ‘it pains us
that the power of impermanence is now at hand and today will separate, isolate, detach, and remove us from our relationships with this lord. He is
the lord who protects all of Jambudvīpa, who pleases and is affectionate toward all sentient beings, who has immense compassion, and who has
innumerable good qualities.’

“ ‘Lord,’ they persisted, ‘please have patience with us! Please don’t leave all of the communities of people living in Jambudvīpa without
a protector by taking your own life. Lord, please look at the ladies of the court and your vast treasuries and storehouses filled with myriad
precious gems. Look at Jambudvīpa’s people, who are always experiencing many types of happiness. Look at the city of Ariṣṭa, which resembles a
divine park complete with an abundance of fine features, where so many joyful people live.

“ ‘Protector, you have always taken care of everyone

As if they were your own children.

How will these beings survive

When they are surely scorched by the fire of losing you?

“ ‘If separated from you,

We will all be overpowered by the Lord of Death.

O Protector, if we are separated from you,

We will not be able to survive!

“ ‘If the queen is stricken by suffering,

And if sentient beings all suffer as one,

We pray that you look upon us, ruler of humans,

With the compassion of one who embodies compassion.

“ ‘Lord who is affectionate toward all beings,

Please take care of us—don’t give away your life!

Who will be our protector, our hero, if you pass on?

Who will protect the world?’

“After hearing their pitiable lament, the bodhisattva’s heart was heavy with compassion. ‘Your lament is understandable,’ he said to
console them, ‘but it is the way of the world that we must separate even from those
we have known for a long time. For this reason, you should always be mindful of virtuous deeds.’ Then he turned to the two carpenters again and
said, ‘Good people, come here. Without taking too much time, cut my body.’

“Because Śakra had enchanted them, the two carpenters immediately began sawing the bodhisattva’s body at his navel. Mahāmati, revived and
imagining the unbearably intense pain the bodhisattva was experiencing, rebuked the two carpenters. ‘Alas,’ he cried, ‘alas! What are the two of
you doing! How can you kill the compassionate one? How can you kill the one who is pleasing and affectionate to everyone, he who has numerous good
qualities, he who takes care of all of Jambudvīpa, he who is faultless and harms none? How can you ignorant people take joy in killing a Dharma
king? How does this great land’s goddess allow you to live? Why haven’t you been pierced by the single-pointed vajra? The weapon-wheel? The great
arrow? The single-pointed weapons of the gods, nāgas, yakṣas, asuras, gandharvas, garuḍas, kinnaras, and mahoragas? You have committed such an
ignoble act. How is it that your bodies have not exploded into a thousand pieces? Why haven’t you fallen instantly into hell, in this very body?
Didn’t this great being also treat you as his sons? You ignorant beings!’

“He said these things and many others besides. ‘Alas, lord!’ he cried, and getting up from his seat, Mahāmati, the great minister, grabbed the saw with his own two hands, and as his tears wet the bodhisattva’s body,
he pushed the two carpenters away. To console the discouraged Mahāmati, the bodhisattva said, ‘Son, leave it be, leave it be. Do not lament. It is
certain that we will be separated from those dear to us, those we love, those who draw near to us, and those of whom we are extremely fond. We
will be isolated, divided, and separated. Moreover, son:

“ ‘The end of all accumulation is dispersion.

The end of rising is falling.

The end of meeting is parting.

The end of living is dying.

“ ‘Therefore, do not stop those who ask for my body. Mahāmati, in the past, another person tried to ask for my body but goddesses stopped
them. Not only did those goddesses prevent me from achieving unsurpassed awakening, they also created much nonvirtue. If the goddesses had not
prevented that person asking for my body, I would have attained unsurpassed and perfect awakening by now.

“ ‘What is more, son, in this very place I met a tigress whose hunger pains were so intense that she wanted to eat her own cubs. Out of
supreme compassion, I gave myself to her immediately so that she might be saved. By so doing, I surpassed the deeds of the bodhisattva Maitreya, who had set out for buddhahood forty eons before that.

“ ‘Another time, Mahāmati, when I was king of the Śibi people, an old brahmin came seeking the gift of sight. Moved by compassion, I
immediately extracted my unimpaired eyes and gave them to him, while they were still stained with blood. My eyes had been as unstained as an
utpala flower, a blue lotus. They were extremely beautiful and captured the hearts and attention of all people—indeed, all beings.

“ ‘Yet another time, Mahāmati, when I was a king named Candraprabha, a
brahmin rudely asked me for not only my eyes but also my head. Groups of nāgas, yakṣas, gandharvas, asuras, garuḍas, kinnaras, mahoragas, siddhas,
vidyādharas, and hundreds of thousands of gods tried to stop me from making this gift. Despite all this opposition, I saw that sentient beings had
no protector, and with the loving intention to liberate them from saṃsāra’s wilderness, I aspired to attain unsurpassed and perfect awakening. My
sword was the blue color of an utpala flower. It was decorated with precious gems, gold, silver, beryl, diamonds, sapphires, and emeralds. I
picked it up and chopped off my head as if it were a blade of grass, and then I gave it to the brahmin.

“ ‘Another time, Mahāmati, when I was again king of the Śibi people, I saw an unprotected, terrified pigeon, ducking and diving as it was
chased by a hawk. As I watched the unprotected pigeon seek refuge, I shook with supreme compassion. To protect the pigeon from the hawk and to
deceive the hawk, I cut off a piece of my own flesh and gave it to the hawk.

“ ‘In the past, in this very land, I have given thousands of legs, hands, sons, and wives for the sake of unsurpassed and perfect
awakening, and no one stopped me. You should understand this, Mahāmati. And you should not stop the brahmin seeking my body.’

“Following this, the great minister Mahāmati understood that the bodhisattva had given rise to great miraculous powers, and he developed
profound faith in him. This great minister remained silent while waves of tears flowed down his face continually. He thought, ‘Alas, these beings
are unfortunate. They will soon lose their Dharma king. Alas, the Dharma’s victory banner is about to fall.

“ ‘The lamp of Dharma will be extinguished.

The lamp of Dharma will disappear.

The Dharma drum is about to break.

The ocean of Dharma will dry up.

“ ‘The great mountain of Dharma will soon crumble.

The city of Dharma will soon be looted.

The ship of Dharma will soon disintegrate.

When the Dharma tree is uprooted, it is painful indeed.

“ ‘The wheel of time is about to crush

The father of the entire world,

Who has helped all beings.

The great king will be no more.

“ ‘Yet, in this unbearable moment,

Why hasn’t this great being’s mind

Been shattered into a thousand pieces,

But is instead like a great vajra?

“ ‘The good times are all gone.

Unbearable times are now at hand.

There will not be many wise people left

And worldly ones will also be destroyed.

“ ‘Through many omens of the earth,

Which can be clearly seen,

It is certain that it won’t be long

Before the lion king is no more.

“ ‘This stainless sun of humanity,

So difficult to find, is about to set.

Before long, it will no longer

Shine forth in this world.

“ ‘In the absence of this great king

Who benefits all sentient beings,

When his light no longer illumines the world,

Who will there be to protect the world?’

“After this speech, the two carpenters whom Śakra, lord of the gods, had enchanted recovered enough from their
grief to reapply the saw to the bodhisattva’s body. The bodhisattva encouraged them. ‘Well done, good people! Cut off the lower half of my body
more quickly! Won’t my travail be fruitless if the brahmin dies?’

“There was a great crowd of people wailing, mourning, and attempting to stop the two carpenters from following the bodhisattva’s
instructions and cutting his body, but Śakra had stupefied them. The bodhisattva kept silent, aspiring for awakening and joyously intending to
fulfill the gift seeker’s wishes. After a while, a great deal of blood gushed from the bodhisattva’s middle where the saw was cutting. Seeing
this, the great minister Mahāmati became despondent and fell unconscious, thinking,
‘It is too painful to see the lord killed.’

“Wracked by intense grief, masses of sky-dwelling gods, nāgas, yakṣas, gandharvas, asuras, garuḍas, kinnaras, and mahoragas started to
cry. As their tears flowed, the crowds of people below wondered what was happening and looked up at the sky. There they saw hundreds of thousands
of weeping gods, which made them fall further into grief. They saw the bodhisattva in great pain and, becoming utterly confused, they thought,
‘Alas! It is so very painful to see the lord killed!’

“A few moments later, Śakra, lord of the gods, gazed with intense compassion and concern upon the hundreds of
thousands of beings who were stricken by the bodhisattva’s tragedy. Then compassionate thoughts suddenly arose in him. ‘It is not right to cause
intense pain to this great being who is so kind and affectionate toward all sentient beings and who gives away everything out of compassion. I
will do the opposite. I will make him immortal.’

“As the two carpenters cut his body with the sharp saw, the bodhisattva suffered intense pain. But he had the power to keep his mind
stable and generate a loving attitude toward the gift seeker. ‘If I have understood the nature of saṃsāra’s faults and thereby gained firm and
lasting perseverance but am nonetheless suffering this much pain as my body is cut in half, what can be said of the excruciating painful
sensations suffered by the majority of sentient beings when they previously took rebirth in hell!’ Thinking thus, the bodhisattva established a
loving mind that encompassed all sentient beings, and with a lion’s roar, he
declared, ‘By attaining unsurpassed and perfect awakening, I must free sentient beings from such suffering!’

“In order to uplift his own mind that was wracked by such intense pain, the bodhisattva also said the following:

“ ‘Look at the world’s suffering, mind, and abandon your faults!

Be very steady and develop vastness in scope.

Be mentally stable in patient endurance so as to protect

These beings tormented by the pain of birth, aging, sickness, and death.’

And again he said:

“ ‘Alas, these poor sentient beings!

Because you are the cause for all beings

To cross over the ocean of saṃsāra,

It would be unreasonable for you

To not patiently endure such harms.’

“These were the ways the bodhisattva truly settled his mind and established a compassionate attitude toward all sentient beings. He
thought to himself, ‘Alas! The suffering of beings who are stuck in saṃsāra is unbearable. For the sake of these beings in saṃsāra, by rejoicing
in patiently enduring all saṃsāra’s suffering, may no sentient being have the misfortune of suffering!’

“Monks, the very instant the bodhisattva generated this mind of awakening, the pain produced by his body being sawed abruptly ceased. The
bodhisattva wondered, ‘Why did the pain of my body being sawed in two cease? Did they stop sawing?’ He checked, but he could still see the saw.
Having seen it, he felt extremely distressed and started to shake.

“Reading the king’s mind, Śakra, lord of the gods, said:

“ ‘King, why do you shake so,

Like a feeble, sickly person?

Look at how my body is cut in half,

Yet my mind is not shaken.

“ ‘You are renowned all over the earth

For saying that you give everything away.

So it doesn’t make sense to feel regret,

Or else your words would be lies.’

“ ‘Brahmin,’ responded the bodhisattva, ‘this is not why my body shakes. I have no regrets whatsoever. I am shaking at this thought: “The saw has penetrated deep into my body, but so far my lower body
has not been severed. What if I am unable to make this gift? What if I am not able to fulfill the gift seeker’s wish?” I would be happy if they
were to saw my body with more force.’ Hearing this, Śakra, lord of the gods, was completely in awe of the bodhisattva
and fell silent.

“In the meantime, the two carpenters whom Śakra had enchanted finished cutting the bodhisattva’s body in half. They placed the lower half
of his body on the ground and it began to twitch. Without thinking of his own suffering—the suffering of having his body cut in half—the
bodhisattva addressed the two men: ‘Good people, join my lower half to the brahmin’s body without delay.’ They did as he instructed. At the moment
the two body halves were joined, Śakra, lord of the gods, imbued the body with a blessing that made its wounds heal,
the joints join together well, and the two bodies’ skin tones match. He showed everyone the body, and to please the bodhisattva, he, Śakra, lord of the gods, stood up from his stretcher, walked around, stood still, and then sat down.

“Seeing that his labors had borne fruit, that the gift seeker had a complete body and his wishes had been fulfilled, the bodhisattva’s
mind overflowed with joy. ‘I have saved this brahmin’s life,’ he thought to himself, ‘and staved off his fear of death by giving him my body. May
the seed of this virtue cause me to attain unsurpassed and perfect awakening. Then may I be able to rescue this brahmin from the suffering of saṃsāra and establish him in nirvāṇa where he will experience the ultimate
happiness.’

“As he thought this, the bodhisattva was overwhelmed. Even as he aspired to awaken, he slipped into unconsciousness, and his eyes began
to close. Śakra, lord of the gods, revived him immediately. He used medicines and care to treat and heal him.

“Monks, in the instant King Śrīsena’s body was cut in half, the trichiliocosm shook in three different ways: it shook, shook a lot, and
shook extremely much. It also rocked, rocked a lot, and rocked extremely much. This great earth was unable to support the bodhisattva’s great act
of generosity. It was a marvelous gift of everything and thus it resounded—it resounded as if all the world’s cauldrons had been beaten at once.
Mountains, ravines, rivers, and oceans all emitted horrifying noises. Terrifying smoke appeared from the four directions. Meteors fell from all
sides. Falling stars blazed in every direction. The gods beat drums in the sky.

“The trichiliocosm first darkened and then turned pitch black. Even the gods traversing the center of the sky chattered about a
bodhisattva tormented with sorrow. They arranged utpala flowers above the bodhisattva and showered him with pink and white lotus flowers. They
also sprinkled agaru, tagara, cinnamon-leaf, and sandalwood incense on him, and the flowers of the gods’ tree, the mandārava. They even draped their clothes on him, danced, and played divine music loudly. All of Jambudvīpa’s people were deeply
puzzled by these noises.

“When the city’s inhabitants, hundreds and thousands of people, saw the bodhisattva’s body cut, they were tormented by intense grief.
With a single voice they cried out in their grief, ‘Alas, seeing the lord killed is painful!’

“Some rolled on the ground, others flailed their arms and wailed. The voices of some became hoarse from passionate sobbing. They were
unable to clearly voice their words, yet still they screamed and beat their chests. Others remained silent, their minds mournful and unsettled,
thinking, ‘Impermanence is powerful indeed!’

“Śakra, lord of the gods, was convinced that the bodhisattva’s resolve to attain unsurpassed and perfect
awakening was as immovable as Mount Sumeru. He marveled at how the bodhisattva had given so completely. The hairs on his body stood on end. He was
filled with joy and witnessed something outstanding. Marveling at this, he opened his eyes, and together with the other four gods, he dissolved
his brahmin semblance, and he and the four gods appeared in their own forms. Śakra then spoke to the bodhisattva: ‘Great King! I am no brahmin, I
am Śakra, lord of the gods. Well done, Great King, well done! How amazing, your diligence! How amazing, your
uncontrived resolve! How amazing that you gave your body so completely, without clinging! How amazing, your compassion toward sentient beings and
love for them! Your joy in giving! Well done, well done! Great King, even though you were overwhelmed by intense suffering, you did not change
your mind about giving away your body. Great King, I have a question for you: what was the reason you underwent such hardship and such a prolonged
trial?’

“ ‘Kauśika,’ replied the bodhisattva, ‘by giving away my body, I wish to attain unsurpassed and perfect awakening. I wish to liberate
sentient beings from saṃsāra.’

“Śakra then asked, ‘Great King, as your body was deteriorating, as you offered your body, as you gave it away completely, did you have
any regrets? Did your mental state change at all?’

“ ‘Kauśika, I had no regrets,’ replied the bodhisattva.

“ ‘How can we know this?’ Śakra asked.

“ ‘Kauśika,’ said the bodhisattva, ‘to prove it, I will allow you to place the lower half of my body wherever you like.’

“Śakra, lord of the gods, then put the lower half of the bodhisattva’s body in a place of his liking. The
bodhisattva established a loving attitude toward all sentient beings, and invoking truth at that time, he spoke the following verses:

“ ‘As I wish for awakening,

I did not experience miserliness or sadness

When I let go of my body compassionately.

Now, I have no regrets.

“ ‘And as I have no regrets, Śakra,

May the truth of my words and goodness of my actions

Now restore my body,

Exactly as it was before.

May all my senses be complete!’

“Monks, as soon as he spoke these verses, the bodhisattva’s body was restored. The sky-dwelling gods, nāgas, yakṣas, garuḍas, kinnaras,
and mahoragas who witnessed this were wide-eyed in amazement and started babbling and laughing. The crowds of people gathered there were also awed
and amazed. Both gods and humans were overjoyed at this magical display. When they saw that the bodhisattva’s body was completely restored, they
developed wonder as if they had found their own lives after having lost them. They said, ‘How amazing! Let us gaze upon this marvel of your
resurrection! The beings of this world, those on the land and in the forest, are fortunate indeed!’

“When Śakra, lord of the gods, saw that the bodhisattva’s body had been restored to its original state, he was
overwhelmed. To please the bodhisattva, he said, ‘Great King, your mind is heroic.
Your aspiration is steadfast, and you engage with sentient beings out of great compassion. Well done, well done! You are not afraid of anyone who
attempts to frighten you. Due to your efforts, you will, therefore, attain unsurpassed and perfect awakening in a short while.’ Śakra, lord of the gods, then recited the following verses:

“ ‘Ah! Your diligence is great and fierce.

Your steadfastness is unsurpassed.

Ah! Your compassion for beings!

Ah! Your determination to awaken!

“ ‘Ah! How wonderful would the world be

If you, lord, were its ruler!

You will travel beyond suffering’s fearful and ferocious ocean;

You will attain nirvāṇa!’

“As he said these words, Śakra, lord of the gods, shed tears like rain, and in a hoarse voice he sought
forgiveness from the bodhisattva. ‘O Great King,’ he said, ‘thinking that you might meet with failure, I coerced you to suffer excruciating pain.
Please forgive me.
And please think of me when you attain unsurpassed and perfect awakening.’

“ ‘Kauśika,’ replied the bodhisattva, ‘I am patient. I will do as you ask and remember you.’ In that instant, due to the bodhisattva’s
power, a variety of divine, enchanting, precious gems rained down upon all of Jambudvīpa. All of Jambudvīpa was ornamented by myriad precious
stones, and it became even brighter than the realms of the gods.

“The sage who lived in the mountains had witnessed all these marvels, and he was overwhelmed. ‘What are these marvels?’ he thought. ‘Have
such marvels ever been seen before? Whose power occasions this?’

“A god who lived in the same place as he told him the story in detail. As he listened to the story of the bodhisattva’s extraordinary,
awe-inspiring austerities, the sage came to genuinely admire him. ‘This great being
is worthy of veneration,’ he thought. After that, he hastily led his five-hundred-strong retinue and Queen Jayaprabhā
to the bodhisattva. There they uttered salutations of victory and long life to the king. In unison with Śakra, the sage said, ‘Lord, you have
protected these fine, goddess-like, beautiful women. Now please enjoy life with this virtuous woman. I offer you back the beautiful queen. She has
not been unhappy with her
husband.
Please do not give her away again to anyone else who asks for her.’

“The bodhisattva compassionately accepted the request of the sage and Śakra, lord of the gods, by remaining
silent. Śakra, lord of the gods, then summoned Viśvakarma, the architect of the gods. ‘Viśvakarma,’ he said, ‘please
set up a divine lion throne quickly. I would like to honor King Śrīsena myself.’

“ ‘That is excellent, Kauśika,’ Viśvakarma responded. ‘I will do as you instruct.’ Indeed, at the very moment he was listening to
Śakra, lord of the gods, Viśvakarma, the architect of the gods, magically created a lion throne. It was decorated with
a variety of precious gems, and it was garlanded with pearls on all sides. Śakra, lord of the gods, took the
bodhisattva with both his hands and escorted him onto the divine lion throne. Hundreds of thousands of gods played and sang melodious music for
him. Having shown great respect in this way, they crowned him.

“During the coronation, the bodhisattva’s power caused the earth to shake in six different ways. Out of joy and satisfaction, the gods
showered flowers and precious gems on Jambudvīpa. So many fell that the flowers and gems were piled up to the peoples’ knees. In sheer amazement
at seeing this amount of wealth, the gods and humans exclaimed, ‘Amazing! How
powerful is King Śrīsena’s merit! Amazing! It is wondrous!’

“After thoroughly pleasing the bodhisattva, Śakra, lord of the gods, along with hundreds of thousands of other
gods, returned to his abode. The sage and his retinue of five hundred also returned home, after openly praising the bodhisattva.

“After these events, the much-venerated bodhisattva ruled as a Dharma king for a long time. He satiated Jambudvīpa’s poor, blind, hungry,
and destitute by granting them wealth, and he led everyone along the path of the ten virtuous actions. He thoroughly satisfied all six classes of
gods in the desire realm. At another time, he caused them, along with hundreds of thousands of others, to be reborn in Tuṣita heaven.”

After telling this tale, the Blessed One said, “Monks, do not have any doubts or confusion that King Śrīsena was someone other than me.
At that time, I was the king and I gave away my body. Monks, the one who was King Śrīsena’s wife back then, Queen Jayaprabhā, is none other than
Yaśodharā. The supreme one among the ministers, Mahāmati, is none other than the monk Śāriputra. Śakra, lord of the
gods, is none other than King Bimbisāra. Those who were the gods of the Heaven of the Thirty-Three at that time are none other than the eighty
thousand gods who realized the truth simultaneously with King Bimbisāra. The masses of people in the city of Ariṣṭa are none other than the brahmins and householders of Magadha who come to me along with King Bimbisāra.
Monks, the sage who lived in the mountains is none other than the monk Maudgalyāyana. The young brahmin boy who came to me to beg for Queen
Jayaprabhā is none other than the Śākya lady Gopā. Monks, the two who were carpenters at that time are Devadatta and Kokālika.

“It is due to the power of his prayers that such miracles of the Thus-Gone One manifested. Monks, therefore, you too must train in this
way. You must train by telling yourselves, ‘I will practice generosity and perform meritorious acts.’ ”

When the Blessed One had said these words, the monks rejoiced and praised the Blessed One’s words.

This completes “The Exemplary Tale of King Śrīsena.”

Colophon

This was translated by the Indian preceptor Dharmaśrībhadra and the chief editor-translator Sherab Lekpa. It was then revised and
finalized by the translator Rinchen Zangpo.

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