. Jataka tales . nza: You made yourself a bridge for them to pass in safety through:What are you then to them, monkey, and what are they to you? Hearing him, the Bodhisatta instructing the kingspoke the other stanzas: Victorious king, I guard the herd, I am their lord and chief,When they were filled with fear of thee and stricken sore with grief. I leapt a hundred times the length of bow outstretched that lies,When I had bound a bamboo-shoot firmly around my thighs: I reached the tree like thunder-cloud sped by the tempests blast;I lost my strength, but reached a bough: with hands I held it fa

. Jataka tales . nza: You made yourself a bridge for them to pass in safety through:What are you then to them, monkey, and what are they to you? Hearing him, the Bodhisatta instructing the kingspoke the other stanzas: Victorious king, I guard the herd, I am their lord and chief,When they were filled with fear of thee and stricken sore with grief. I leapt a hundred times the length of bow outstretched that lies,When I had bound a bamboo-shoot firmly around my thighs: I reached the tree like thunder-cloud sped by the tempests blast;I lost my strength, but reached a bough: with hands I held it fa Stock Photo
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. Jataka tales . nza: You made yourself a bridge for them to pass in safety through:What are you then to them, monkey, and what are they to you? Hearing him, the Bodhisatta instructing the kingspoke the other stanzas: Victorious king, I guard the herd, I am their lord and chief, When they were filled with fear of thee and stricken sore with grief. I leapt a hundred times the length of bow outstretched that lies, When I had bound a bamboo-shoot firmly around my thighs: I reached the tree like thunder-cloud sped by the tempests blast;I lost my strength, but reached a bough: with hands I held it fast. And as I hung extended there held fast by shoot and bough, My monkeys passed across my back and are in safety now. Therefore I fear no pain of death, bonds do not give me pain, The happiness of those was won oer whom I used to reign. A parable for thee, 0 king, if thou the truth wouldst read: The happiness of kingdom and of army and of steed And city must be dear to thee, if thou wouldst rule indeed. PLATE VIIL. THK MONKEYS SELF-SACRIFICE (Jritnkii 4(17. tln-i-i> .v, r///-.v. /, //. i!!l. i!ii) THE PRINCE AND HIS BROTHER 283 The Bodhisatta, thus instructing and teaching theking, died. The king, calling his ministers, gave ordersthat the monkey-king should have obsequies like aking, and he sent to the seraglio, saying, Come to thecemetery, as retinue for the monkey-king, with red gar-ments, and dishevelled hair, and torches in your hands.The ministers made a funeral pile with a hundred waggonloads of timber. Having prepared the Bodhisattas ob-sequies in a royal manner, they took his skull, and cameto the king. The king caused a shrine to be built at theBodhisattas burial-place, torches to be burnt there andofferings of incense and flowers to be made; he had theskull inlaid with gold, and put in front raised on a spear-point : honouring it with incense and flowers, he put it atthe kings gate when he came to Benares, and having thewhole city decked out he paid honour to it for