English · E. B. Cowell (ed.), R. Chalmers, W. H. D. Rouse, H. T. Francis, R. A. NeilGaining the goblin-haunted height, What cloud-shaped mass bursts on his sight? A royal banyan’tis whose roots Support eight thousand spreading shoots. There stood invincible in might An elephant six-tusked and white, With herd eight thousand strong for fight; Their tusks to chariot-poles are like: Wind-swift are they to guard or strike. Hard by a pool—’tis full to the brim, Fit place for royal beast to swim; Its lovely banks with flowers abound And buzzing bees swarm all around. Marking the way the creature went Whene’er on bathing thought intent, He sunk a pit, to deed so mean Urged by the wrath of spiteful queen. Here follows the story from beginning to end: the hunter, it is said, after seven years, seven months and seven days, having reached the dwelling-place of the Great Being in the manner related above, took note of his dwelling-place and dug a pit there, thinking, “I will take my stand here and wound the lord of elephants and bring about his death.” Thus did he arrange matters and went into the forest and cut down trees to make posts and prepared a lot of material. Then when the elephants went to bathe, in the spot where the king elephant used to stand, he dug a square pit with a huge mattock, and the soil that he dug out he sprinkled on the top of the water, as if he were sowing seed, and on the top of stones like mortars he fixed posts, and fitted them with weights and ropes and spread planks over them. Next he made a hole of the size of an arrow and threw on the top earth and rubbish, and on one side he made an entrance for himself, and so, when the pit was finished, at break of day he fastened on a false top knot and donned robes of yellow and, taking his bow and a poisoned arrow, he went down and stood in the pit. The Master, to make the whole thing clear, said: The pit with planks he first did hide, Then bow in hand he got inside, And as the elephant passed by, A mighty shaft the wretch let fly. The wounded beast loud roared with pain And all the herd roared back again: Crushed boughs and trampled grass betray Where panic flight directs their way. Their lord had well nigh slain his foe, So mad with pain was he, when lo! A robe of yellow met his eyes, Emblem of sainthood, priestly guise And deemed inviolate by the wise. The Master, falling into conversation with the hunter, spoke a couple of stanzas: Whoso is marred with sinful taint And void of truth and self-restraint, Though robed in yellow he may be, No claim to sanctity has he. But one that’s. free from sinful taint, Endued with truth and self-restraint, And firmly fixed in righteousness, Deserves to wear the yellow dress. So saying, the Great Being, extinguishing all feeling of anger towards him, asked him, saying, “Why did you wound me? Was it for your own advantage or were you suborned by some one else” The Master explaining the matter then said: The beast with mighty shaft laid low, Unruffled still, addressed his foe: ‘What object, friend, in slaying me, And, pray, who instigated thee’ Then the hunter told him and uttered this stanza: The king of Kasi’s favoured queen Subhadda told me she had seen Thy form in dreams, ‘and so,’ said she, ‘I'll have his tusks; go, bring them me.’ Hearing this, and recognizing that this was the work of Cullasubhadda, he bore his sufferings patiently and thought, “She does not want my tusks; she sent him because she wished to kill me,’ and, to illustrate the matter, he uttered a couple of stanzas: Rich store of goodly tusks have I, Relics of my dead ancestry, And this well knows that cursed dame, Tis at my life the wretch doth aim. Rise, hunter, and or ere I die, Saw off these tusks of ivory: Go bid the shrew be of good cheer, ‘The beast is slain; his tusks are here.’ Hearing his words the hunter rose up from the place where he was sitting and, saw in hand, came close to him to cut off his tusks. Now the elephant, being like a mountain eighty cubits high, was but ineffectually cut. For the man could not reach to his tusks. So the Great Being, bending his body towards him, lay with his head down. ‘Then the hunter climbed up the trunk of the Great Being, pressing it with his feet as though it were a silver rope, and stood on his forehead as if it had been Kelasa peak. Then he inserted his foot into his mouth, and striking the fleshy part of it with his knee, he climbed down from the beast’s forehead and thrust the saw into his mouth. The Great Being suffered excruciating pain and his mouth was charged with blood. The hunter, shifting about from place to place, was still unable to cut the tusks with his saw. So the Great Being letting the blood drop from his mouth, resigning himself to the agony, asked, saying, “Sir, cannot you cut them” And on his saying “No,” he recovered his presence of mind and said, ‘Well then, since I myself have not strength enough to raise my trunk, do you lift it up for me and let it seize the end of the saw.” The hunter did so: and the Great Being seized the saw with his trunk and moved it backwards and forwards, and the tusks were cut off as it were sprouts. Then bidding him take the tusks, he said, “I don’t give you these, friend hunter, because I do not value them, nor as one desiring the position of Sakka, Mara or Brahma, but the tusks of omniscience are a hundred thousand times dearer to me than these are, and may this meritorious act be to me the cause of attaining Omniscience.” And as he gave him the tusks, he asked, “How long were you coming here” “Seven years, seven months, and seven days.” ‘Go then by the magic power of these tusks, and you shall reach Benares in seven days.” And he gave him a safe conduct and let him go. And after he had sent him away, before the other elephants and Subhadda had returned, he was dead.