English · E. B. Cowell (ed.), R. Chalmers, W. H. D. Rouse, H. T. Francis, R. A. NeilOnce upon a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta was born as a quail and lived in the forest on rude grass and seeds. At the time there was in Benares a greedy crow who, not content with carcases of elephants and other animals, went to the forest in hopes of better food: eating wild fruits there he saw the Bodhisatta and thinking “This quail is very fat: I fancy he eats sweet food, I will ask him of his food and eating it become fat myself,” he perched on a bough above the Bodhisatta. The Bodhisatta, without being asked, gave him greeting and spoke the first stanza:—Oil and butter are your victuals, nuncle; rich your food, I trow: Tell me then what is the reason of your leanness, master crow. Hearing his words the crow spoke three stanzas:—I dwell in midst of many foes, my heart goes pit-a-pat In terror as I seek my food: how can a crow be fat? Crows spend their lives in fear, their wits for mischief ever keen; The bits they pick are not enough; good quail, that’s why [’I’m lean. Rude grass and seeds are all your food: there’s little richness there: Then tell me why youre fat, good quail, on such a scanty fare. The Bodhisatta hearing him spoke these stanzas, explaining the reason of his fatness:—I have content and easy mind, short distances to go, I live on anything I get, and so I’m fat, good crow. Content of mind, and happiness with little care of heart, A standard easily attained: that life’s the better part. After the lesson, the Master declared the Truths, and identified the Birth:—At the end of the Truths the Brother was established in the fruition of the First Path: “At that time the crow was the greedy Brother, the quail was myself.”