The story of Jealousy Monkeys and Birds
There is
a large silk-cotton tree on the banks of the river Narmada, in the vicinity of
a hill. There, in the interiors of
nests, built by themselves lived certain birds in happiness even in the
monsoons. Once in the rainy season, the
sky being overcast with masses of clouds looking like so many dark veils, there
fell a heavy shower of rain in large streams.
Then the birds seeing some monkeys at the foot of the tree, suffering,
from cold and shivering, said, through mercy-Oh! Monkeys! Please listen-
“Asmaabhir
nirmithaa needaas
chanchu maathraahathais thrunaih l
Hastha paadhaadhi samyukthaa
Yooyam kimithi seedhatha ll”
We have
built nests with straws bought by means of nothing else but our bills: why do
you, who are endowed with hands and feet, experience suffering?
Hearing
this, the monkeys being enraged said to themselves-Oh! The birds! comfortably lodged
in the interior of their nests not exposed to the blast, are reproaching
us. Well, let the showers just
cease. Thereafter, when the downpour of
rain had stopped, the monkeys climbed up the tree, and smashed all the nests,
so that the eggs of the birds fell down.
The moral
of the story:
“Vidvaan
eva upadheshtavyo na avidhvaamsthu kadhaachana l
Vaanaraan upadhisya atha sthaana-bhrashtaa
yayuh khagaah ll”
A learned
man only should be advised and never an illiterate one; for having offered
advice to monkey’s, the birds had to go away deprived of their place of abode.
(This story is taken from the titled Vigraha the 3rd volume of the book Hitopadesa which has four volumes viz., Mitralaabhah, Suhrudbedhah, Vigrahah and Sandhi written by Narayana Pandita who lived in later part of the 14th Century A.D.)
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