The Life Stories of the Monks – 1808
At that time Buddha Vipassī was gracefully seated on the Dhamma throne and,
holding a round fan, spoke the Dhamma-words like a man swimming in the
celestial river, or like a man stirring up the ocean forcefully with Mount Meru
as a churning stick. The whole body of Ekasāṭaka, who was sitting at the end of
the assembly and listening, was filled with the five kinds of joy (
pīti
) profusely,
even in the first watch of the night. Hence he folded the upper garment and was
about to give it to the Buddha. Then he became reluctant to do so as stinginess
(
macchariya
) occurred in him, manifesting 1,000 disadvantages of giving it
away. When stinginess thus occurred in him, he utterly lost his willingness to
offer it because worry overwhelmed him as follows: “We have only one upper
garment between my wife and myself. We have nothing else for a substitute.
And we cannot go out without it.”
When the second watch of the night came, the five kinds of joy reappeared in
his mind, and he lost his enthusiasm once more as before. During the last watch
too he felt the same joyful emotion. But this time the Brahmin did not allow
stinginess to appear again and was determined, saying to himself: “Whether it is
a matter of life or death, I will think about the clothing at a later time.” With
this determination, he folded the garment, placed it at the feet of the Buddha
and whole-heartedly offered it to the Buddha. Then he slapped his bent left arm
with his right three times and uttered aloud three times: “Victory is mine!
Victory is mine!”
At that time, King Bandhuma, seated behind the curtain, at the back of the
throne, was listening to the Dhamma. As a king, it was he who should declare
victory; so the shout: “Victory is mine!” did not please him. He, therefore, sent
one of his men to enquire what the shout meant.
When the man went to Ekasāṭaka and asked about it, the Brahmin answered:
“Man, all princes and others, riding elephants, horses, etc and carrying swords,
spears, shields and cover, defeat their enemy troops. The victory achieved by
them is no wonder. As for me, like a man who with a club strikes the head of a
bull and made the beast run away, so I have defeated my stingy heart and
successfully given in generosity the upper garment of mine to the Buddha. I
have overcome miserliness and I am invincible.”
The man came back and reported the matter to the king. The king said: “Friend,
we do not know what should be given to the Buddha. But the Brahmin does.” So