Once a monk lived in a village A bird excreted on his head For his fury it fell dead The monk felt very sad
He went to a house for food The wife was at her husband’s bed The monk cried for many a time The woman came after some time
The sage looked at her with a great rage She said, ”I am not a bird to be burnt by your fury. For a wife her husband is the best jury”. He begged her pardon
She advised the sage to meet a righteous man at a certain place The monk was taken aback to see his face He was only an ignorant butcher
The butcher said to the monk “My profession is to sell meat Which even for my feast I don’t eat One should do one’s duty”
The monk had a great revelation Which he hadn’t in a hundred years’ meditation He learnt to control his angry emotion And blessed the woman for his salvation