The Monkey King’s Conduct

“When I was a monkey in a cleft on the riverbank, harassed by a crocodile I could not get across. Where I used to land when jumping from the near shore to the far, there crouched my deadly foe, the baleful gharial. Reassuring me, he said ‘Come!’ ‘I am coming,’ I said to him. Stepping on his head I made it to the far bank. I spoke no lie to him, but acted according to my word. There is no one to equal my truthfulness: this is my perfection of truth.”