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 But, alas! before long he turned so pale and still, I could not think why he should cease to play and let my breast fall from his lips. And one said, “He is sick of poison;” and another, “He will die.” |
 But I, who could not lose my precious boy, asked for medicine which might bring the light back to his eyes; it was so very small, that kiss-mark of the serpent, and I think it could not hate him, gracious as he was, nor hurt him in his sport. |
 And someone said, “There is a holy man upon the hill. Look! now he passes in the yellow robe. Ask of the Rishi if there be a cure for that which ails your son. “So I came trembling to you, whose brow is like a god’s and wept and drew the face-cloth from my babe, asking you to tell me what medicines might be good. |
 And you, great sir! did not spurn me, but gazed with gentle eyes, saying to me, “Yes little sister, there is that which might heal — you first, and him, if you could fetch the thing; for they who seek physicians bring to them what is needed. “Therefore, I ask you, find black mustard-seed, a tola; only do not take it from any hand or house where father, mother, child, or slave has died. It will be well if you can find such seed.” Thus did you speak, my Lord!’ The Master smiled tenderly. ‘Yes I said that dear Kisagotami! But did you find the seed?’ |
 ‘I went, Lord, clasping the baby to my breast, grown colder, asking at each hut — here in the jungle and towards the town — ‘I pray you, give me mustard, of your grace, a tola — black.’ And each who had it gave, for all the poor are piteous to the poor. But when I asked, ‘In my friend’s house-hold here have any by chance died — husband, or wife, or child, or slave?’ they said, ‘O Sister! what is this you ask? The dead are very many, and the living few!’ |
 So with sad thanks I gave the mustard back and asked of others; but the others said, ‘Here is the seed, but we have lost our slave!’ ‘Here is the seed, but our good man is dead!’ ‘Here is some seed, but he that sowed it died between the rain-time and the harvesting!’ |
 ‘Ah, sir! I could not find a single house where there was mustard-seed and none had died! ‘Therefore I left my child — who would not suck nor smile — beneath the wild-vines by the stream, to seek your face and kiss your feet, and ask where I might find this seed and find no death, if now, indeed, my baby is not dead, as I do fear, and as they said to me.’  |
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Illustrations by Marcelle Hanselaar From the August 1990 Buddhism Now. |
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A movie about siddhartha has him asking for seeds from a house where there is no death from three consecutivev generations.
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The unassuming medicine for the grief of the whole world, was found by you my great Teacher, It may be bitter, but it heals the agony. ..[Comment edited by moderator]…
trembling we all come to you,the greatest person to be born on this earth.the grief which all hearts share has become less for one.