{"collection":"Buddhism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/bud/pos/pos15.htm","path":"bud/pos/pos15.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/bud/pos/pos15.htm","text":"NOW she was born, when Padumuttara was Buddha, in the city of Ha\u014bsavat\u012b, in a clansman's family. And one day she heard the Master preach the Dhamma, and assign foremost rank to a Bhikkhun\u012b with respect to the wearing of rough garments. She vowed that this rank should one day be hers. In this Buddha-era she was reborn at S\u0101vatth\u012b, in a poor family. Gotam\u012b was her name, and from the leanness of her body she was called Lean Gotam\u012b. And she was disdainfully treated when married, and was called a nobody's daughter. But when she bore a son, they paid her honour. Then, when he was old enough to run about and play, he died, and she was distraught with grief. And, mindful of the change in folk's treatment of her since his birth, she thought: 'They will even try to take my child and expose him.' So, taking the corpse upon her hip, she went, crazy with sorrow, from door to door, saying: 'Give me medicine for my child!' And people said with contempt: 'Medicine! What's the use?' She understood them not. But one sagacious person thought: 'Her mind is upset with grief for her child. He of the Tenfold Power will know of some medicine for her.' And he said: 'Dear woman, go to the Very Buddha, and ask him for medicine to give your child.' She went to the Vih\u0101ra at the time when the Master taught the Doctrine, and said: 'Exalted One, give me medicine for my child!' The Master, seeing the promise in her, said: 'Go, enter the town, and at any house where yet no man hath died, thence bring a little mustard-seed.' ''Tis well, lord!' she said, with mind relieved; and, going to the first house in the town, said: 'Let me take a little mustard, that I may give medicine to my child. If in this house no man hath yet died, give me a little mustard.' 'Who may say how many have not died here?' 'With such mustard, then, I have nought to do.' So she went on to a second and a third house, until, by the might of the Buddha, her frenzy left her, her natural mind was restored, and she thought: 'Even this will be the order of things in the whole town. The Exalted One foresaw this out of his pity for my good.' And, thrilled at the thought, she left the town and laid her child in the charnel-field, saying:\n 'No village law 308 is this, no city law, \nNo law for this clan, or for that alone;\nFor the whole world\u2013ay, and the gods in heav'n\u2013\nThis is the Law: ALL IS IMPERMANENT!'\nSo saying, she went to the Master. And he said: 'Gotam\u012b, hast thou gotten the little mustard?' And she said: 'Wrought is the work, lord, of the little mustard. Give thou me confirmation.' Then the Master spoke thus:\n 'To him whose heart on children and on goods 309\nIs centered, cleaving to them in his thoughts,\nDeath cometh like a great flood in the night,\nBearing away the village in its sleep.' 310\nWhen he had spoken, she was confirmed in the fruition of the First (the Stream - entry) Path, and asked for ordination. He consented, and she, thrice saluting by the right, 311 went to the Bhikkhun\u012bs, and was ordained. And not long afterwards, studying the causes of things, she caused her insight to grow. Then the Master said a Glory-verse: 312\n 'The man who, living for an hundred years,\nBeholdeth never the Ambrosial Path,\nHad better live no longer than one day,\nSo he behold within that day the Path.'313\nWhen he had finished, she attained Arahantship. And becoming pre-eminent in ascetic habits, she was wont to wear raiment of triple roughness. Then the Master, seated in the Jeta Grove in conclave, and assigning rank of merit to the Bhikkhun\u012bs, proclaimed her first among the wearers of rough raiment. And she, reflecting on what great things she had won, uttered this Psalm before the Master, in praise of friendship with the elect:\n 308 Dhamma.\n \n 309 'Goods'\u2013lit., cattle or herds\u2013is pertinent, since she had counted on her child for her improved status, which the absence of 'goods' in her own family had made of no account.\n \n 310 Dhammapada, ver. 47, 287.\n \n 311 Cf. Ps. lxviii., ver. 307. \n \n 312 Cf. Ps. ii. and \u017f\u017f.\n \n 313 Cf. Ps. xlvii.\n \n 314 Sanyutta-Nik\u0101ya, i. 87, v. 2, etc.\n \n 315 She here incorporates the story of Pa\u1e6d\u0101c\u0101r\u0101 (Ps. xlvii.) in her own Psalm, as if more fully to utter, as 'Woman,' the pageant and tragedy of the woeful possibilities inherent in 'woman's lot,' whereof her own case was but a phase. Criticism may discern herein another 'fault' \u2013geologically speaking\u2013in the historical concordance between verses and commentary. Yet here, anyway, is a feature that no poem of purely literary construction would ever have borne. And in \u00e6sthetic intensity the poem gains wondrously through this groundwave of deeper tragedy underlying Kis\u0101-gotam\u012b's own sorrow, and through the blended victory in the fine p\u00e6an at the end.\n \n 316 The Commentary names dogs, jackals, tigers, panthers, cats, etc., as the scavengers of corpses thus exposed.\n \n 317 This line in Pali is simply amatag\u0101m\u012b, going to the ambrosial, or the not-dead. 'State' is a concession to metrical and grammatical exigencies. 'Gone up on'; lit., practised myself in. Note how verses 216-223 carry out the fourfold 'mark' of verse 215.\n \nThe metre in the Pali throughout is not the \u015bloka, and is too irregular to be easily classifiable. Cf. that in lines 2-6 above\u2013Nibb\u0101na\u014b, sacch\u012bkata\u014b Dhamm\u0101d\u0101sa\u014b avekkhita\u014b.with the \u015bloka-metre, beginning of next Psalm:\nAha\u014b amhi kantasall\u0101 ohitabh\u0101r\u0101 kata\u014b me kara\u1e47\u012bya\u014b\n\u02d8 \u02d8 \u02d8 \u02d8 \u02d8 \u02d8 \u02d8 \u02d8 _ _ _ _ \u02d8 _ _ \u02d8 _ _ _ _ _ _ U b h o m \u0101 t \u0101 c a d h \u012b t \u0101 c a || m a y a \u014b \u0101 s u \u014b s a p a t t i y o . \n EXCAVATIONS AT JETA-VANA, NOW SAH\u0112\u1e6cH.\n To face p. 110.","title":"Psalms of the Sisters: Canto X. Psalms of Eleven Verses","type":"page"}