8. The Chapter about the Thousands, Sahassavagga
8.1 The Story about the Copper-Toothed Executioner
Tambadāṭhikacoraghātakavatthu
Dhp 100
Burlingame: A Public Executioner
A man worked all his life as a public executioner and later had deep regret about his actions; Elder Sāriputta gave him just one teaching and he was reborn in Tusita Heaven; the bhikkhus wondered how this could be, and the Buddha spoke a verse to explain it.
Keywords: Past Deeds, Forgiveness, Listening to Dhamma, Yakkhinīs, Heaven
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“Though there are a thousand sayings,”
We are told that five hundred thieves less one made a living by plundering villages and other acts of violence. Now a certain man with copper-colored teeth and tawny skin, his body covered with scars, came to them and said: “Let me also live with you.” They took him to the ringleader of the thieves, saying: “This man also wishes to live with us.” The ringleader of the thieves looked at the man and thought to himself: “This man’s nature is inordinately cruel. He is capable of cutting off the breast of his mother and eating it, or of drawing the blood from the throat of his father and drinking it.” Therefore he refused his request, saying: “It will not do for this man to live with us.”
Although he had thus been refused admission to the band of thieves, he went and won the favor of a certain pupil of the ringleader by his courteous attentions to him. This pupil took the man with him, approached the ringleader of the thieves, and said to him: “Master, this man is a dutiful servant of ours; bestow your favor on him.” Having made this request, he turned the man over to the ringleader of the thieves.
One day the citizens joined forces with the king’s men, captured those thieves, took them to court, and arraigned them before the lords of justice. The justices ordered their heads to be chopped off with an axe. “Who will put these men to death?” said the citizens. After a thorough search they were unable to find a single man who was willing to put them to death. Finally they said to the ringleader of the thieves: “You put these men to death, and we will spare your life and give you a rich reward besides. You kill them.” But because
In like manner also they brought in five hundred thieves from the country to the south of the city and arraigned them before the justices. When the justices ordered their heads to be chopped off, they asked each thief, beginning with the ringleader, to put his companions to death, but found not a single one willing to act as executioner. Then they said: “The other day a certain man put five hundred thieves to death. Where is he?” – “We saw him in such and such a place,” was the reply. So they summoned him and said to him: “Put these men to death, and you will receive a rich reward.” – “Yes, indeed,” he said, consenting. So he put them all to death and received his reward.
The citizens consulted together and said: “This is a most excellent man. We will make him permanent executioner of thieves.” So saying, they gave him the post.
In old age he could no longer cut off a man’s head with a single blow, but was obliged to deliver two or three blows, causing much unnecessary suffering to the victims. The citizens thought to themselves: “We can get another executioner of thieves. This man subjects his victims to much unnecessary torture. Of what use is he any longer?” Accordingly they removed him from his office. During his term of office as executioner of thieves, he had been accustomed to receive four requisites: old clothes for him to wear, milk-porridge made with fresh ghee for him to drink, jasmine flowers wherewith to adorn himself, and perfumes wherewith to anoint himself. But these four requisites he received no longer.
On the day he was deposed from office, he gave orders that milk-porridge should be cooked for him. And taking with him old clothes and jasmine flowers and perfumes, he went to the river and bathed. Having so done, he put on the old clothes, decked himself with garlands, anointed his
At that moment Elder Sāriputta arose from a state of attainment. He thought to himself: “Where ought I to go today?” Surveying his rounds for alms, he saw milk-porridge in the house of the former executioner. Considering within himself: “Will this man receive me kindly?” he became aware of the following: “This excellent man will receive me kindly and will thereby gain a rich reward.” So the elder put on his robe, took his bowl, and showed himself at the door of the former executioner’s house.
When the man saw the elder, his heart was filled with joy. Thought he to himself: “For a long time I have acted as executioner of thieves, and many are the men I have put to death. Now milk-porridge has been prepared in my house, and the elder has come and stands at my threshold. Now ought I to present alms to his reverence.” So he removed the porridge which had been set before him, approached the elder, and worshipped him. And escorting him into his house, he provided him with a seat, poured the milk-porridge into his bowl, spread fresh ghee thereon, and standing beside him, began to fan him.
Now not for a long time had he tasted milk-porridge, and therefore desired greatly to drink thereof. The elder, knowing his desire, said to him: “Lay disciple, drink your own porridge.” The man placed the fan in the hand of another and drank the porridge. The elder said to the man who was fanning him: “Go fan the lay disciple instead.” So while he was being fanned, he filled his belly with porridge, and then went and resumed fanning the elder. When the elder had finished his meal,
When the elder began the words of thanksgiving to his host, the man was not able to fix his mind on the elder’s discourse. The elder, observing this, said to him: “Lay disciple, why is it that you are not able to fix your mind on my discourse?” – “Venerable Sir, for a long time I have done deeds of cruelty; I have put many men to death. It is because I keep recalling my own past deeds, that I am unable to fix my mind on your reverence’s discourse.” The elder thought to himself: “I will play a trick on him.” So he said to the man: “But did you do this of your own free will, or were you made to do it by others?” – “The king made me do it, venerable Sir.” – “If that is the case, lay disciple, what wrong did you do?” The bewildered disciple thought: “According to what the elder says, I have done no wrong.”
As the elder pronounced the words of thanksgiving, the man’s mind became tranquil; and as he listened to the Dhamma, he developed the quality of patience, and progressed in the direction of the path of Stream-entry. When the elder had completed the words of thanksgiving, he departed. The lay disciple accompanied him a little way and then turned back. As the lay disciple was returning, a Yakkhinī came along in the form of a cow, struck him with her shoulder, and killed him. So he died and was reborn in the world of the Tusita gods.
The bhikkhus began a discussion in the Dhamma Hall: “He who was an executioner of thieves, he who for fifty-five years committed acts of cruelty, today was relieved of his office, today gave alms to the elder, today met death. Where was he reborn?”
The Teacher came in and asked them: “Bhikkhus, what are you sitting here now talking about?” When they told him,
Having listened to the well-spoken words,
the executioner of thieves in town,
conforming himself to patience,
having gone to heaven, rejoices.
“Venerable Sir, there is no great power in words of thanksgiving, and this man had done much wrong. How could he gain specific attainment with so little?” The Teacher replied: “Bhikkhus, do not measure the Dhamma I have taught as being little or much. One saying possessed of meaning is foundational.” So saying, he instructed them in the Dhamma by pronouncing the following verse:
100. Sahassam-api ce vācā anatthapadasaṁhitā,
ekaṁ atthapadaṁ seyyo yaṁ sutvā upasammati.
Though there are a thousand sayings
consisting of quite useless words,
better is just one useful word
hearing which one is brought to peace.
At the end of the teaching many reached the fruition of Stream-entry and so on.