Yenantha Maung Kyaw Nyunt - Mother's Sin and Other Stories

If you are wise, you will see the truth.

The Bodhisattva was born in the Brahmin lineage. At that time, the name of the Bodhisattva Brahmin was Senaka. The Brahmin Senaka lived with a great sage in the university and studied the eighteen arts. Thus, he had mastered the eighteen arts that men should master. So the Bodhisattva Senaka returned to his native land, Varanasi.

At that time, the ruler of the great kingdom of Varanasi was King Janaka. King Janaka of Varanasi had elevated the Brahmin Senaka to the position of a wise minister.

At that time, there was a Brahmin from the Yasaka clan who was calling for help. The wife of this Brahmin was very beautiful. Very beautiful. She was young, so she was very beautiful.

The old Brahmin was very fond of the young Brahmin girl, who was very beautiful. He did whatever the Brahmin girl asked for. He could not bear to see the Brahmin girl's face turn black. . .

"Brother Brahmin, bring me a thousand pieces of silver today. Don't come back until you get a thousand pieces of silver. Only then can you come home."

One day, just as we were about to leave our house after wandering around begging, a young girl spoke up.

"Don't worry, sister. I'll get you a thousand coins today. I'll bring you a thousand coins. I won't come back home until I get a thousand coins."

The old Brahmin promised and went out to beg. He went from village to village, begging non-stop. A thousand rupees is not a small amount of money. It is very difficult to earn a thousand rupees. He was very careful not to lose any small amount of money on the road. He went to the door and begged.

When noon came, the sun was very hot. The old Brahmin's whole body was covered with sweat. He was old and the sun was very hot, so the old Brahmin could not walk properly. He was trembling and shaking, and when he counted the small coins he could beg for, there were only seven hundred.

I need another three hundred to get a thousand.

To get the remaining three hundred rupees , he would have to go to another village and beg. So he hurried to the next village . The distance between the villages was quite a distance. The villages were not close to each other, and while he was on his way to the next village, the journey was so hot that the Brahmin's steps became heavy. The rope of the toy broke and he was about to fall.

"Just a short rest under the shade of a tree"

I rested under a big tree by the side of the road. My stomach was already hungry. I took the bread rolls from the leather bag that had been brought with me and ate them. After eating a fair amount of the bread rolls, the rumbling sounds in my stomach stopped. I felt full. The Brahmin brought me a leather bag full of bread rolls.

I didn't bring a bottle of water to drink. While I was eating my bread, I felt like drinking water. I ran to a nearby stream and drank some water.

"Oh... I can smell the bread. I haven't eaten it in a long time, and I'm lucky enough to have eaten the bread."

There was a large cobra in the trunk of the big tree where the Brahmin was sitting. The cobra in the trunk smelled the bread and came out of the tree. It had reached the leather bag containing the bread.

"I'm sure there's bread in this bag."

The cobra, while licking the leather bag , realized that there was a piece of bread in the bag. So he immediately entered the bag and began to eat the bread. While the cobra was entering the bag and eating the bread, the Brahmin, who had gone to drink water, returned.

"I won't waste time under this big tree. My beautiful sister, the Punnama, has ordered me to bring a thousand pieces of silver. I still need three hundred pieces. I hope I can reach the next village in time."

The old Brahmin quickly tied the leather bag containing the bread. He put the leather bag on his shoulder and prepared to leave from under the big tree.

"Oh brahmin, today you will have to sleep in the middle of the journey. You will die. If you do not sleep on the long journey and reach home, your wife will die."

The god Rukkasoe, who lived in the big tree, warned the Brahmin . Hearing the words of the god Rukkasoe, the Brahmin trembled with fear, thinking of the danger of death.

"If I don't sleep on the road and return home, my wife will die when I fall asleep. If I die, my wife will die. Will I die? My wife and I will be separated."

The old Brahmin, afraid of being torn to pieces, began to cry. He walked and cried until he reached the gates of Varanasi. That day was a full moon. The people of Varanasi were walking around to listen to the Dhamma of the Bodhisattva, the Brahmin of the Bodhisattva, as if they were bees. The old Brahmin saw the people of Varanasi walking around, happy, joyful, and full of joy.

"Friends, what are you going to do, where are you going?"

The old Brahmin went to see the sick man of a man from Varanasi.

"They kill greed, lust, delusion, and sorrow. They are going to hear the Dhamma preached by the wise minister, the great sage, the sage, the sage."

Hearing the words of the son of Varanasi Siddha, the great brahmin felt relieved from his grief.

"I hope the wise minister can cure this pain I am feeling."

As soon as the old Brahmin regained consciousness, he immediately walked to the place where the great sage was preaching. The wise sage saw the old Brahmin entering with a cup of tea, and

"What is it, brahmin, that has caused this grief and sorrow? Please tell me without reservation."

The wise minister asked, "Please help me quench my thirst."

The Brahmin began his speech and began to recount, without exception, what the Rukkha Soe Nat Min had said.

"Ah... is that so? So what did you put in the bag on the back of the great Brahmin?"

"I brought the bread rolls."

"Have you opened the bag of bread and eaten it yet?"

“I ate.” “Where did I eat?” “I opened the bag under a big tree and took the bread from it and ate it. After eating, I went to a nearby stream to drink water.”

"Did you put that bag back when you went to get some water?"

"I didn't tie the bag again. I left it open."

"As soon as I got back from drinking water, I quickly tied up my bag and left."

The wise minister thought as he listened to what the old Brahmin was saying.

"The moment the Brahmin went to drink water, a snake from the tree must have crawled in and curled up."

As the wise minister was thinking, an idea occurred to him.

"Now... Brahmin, open your mind to see if there is a poisonous creature in the leather bag you have brought. Be careful and watch."

The frightened Brahmin carefully opened the bag. When he opened it, the cobra inside the bag came out with its hood raised. The people in the hut scared it away and chased it away.

“While you were drinking, a cobra smelled the bread and entered the bag containing the bread. You did not notice the cobra entering, so you tied the bag with a rope and carried it on your back. The king saw this and warned you. If you continue your journey without meeting me and spend the night on the road, when you are hungry, he will open the bag and eat the bread. The cobra inside will bite you. You will die. If you do not spend the night on the road and return home, when you get home, my wife, Punna, will open the bag and take out the contents of the bag, and the cobra inside the bag will bite you.