The story of a monk in the emperor's palace



The story of a monk in the emperor's palace


Akbar came to the throne when he was only thirteen years old. In the years that followed he built on of
 the greatest empires of his time. He lived in unimaginable splendor. 

He was surrounded by courtiers who agreed with every word he said      who flattered him and treated him as if he were a god. Perhaps it was not surprising that Emperor Akbar was sometimes arrogant and behaved as if the whole world belonged to him.  
   
One day  Birbal decided to make the great emperor stop and think about life.That evening as the emperor was going towards his palace      he noticed a Sadhu lying in the centre of his garden. He could not believe his eyes.

 A strange Sadhu in ragged clothes right in the middle of the palace garden? The guards would have to be punished for this thought the emperor furiously as he walked over to that Sadhu and prodded him with the tip of his embroidered slipper.

Here fellow!he cried.
What are you doing here? Get up and go away at once!That Sadhu opened his eyes. Then he sat up slowly.Huzoor he said in a sleepy voice.Is this your garden then?          

 Yes! cried the Emperor.This garden those rose bushes the fountain beyond that  the courtyard the palace this fort this empire it all belongs to me!
Slowly that Sadhu stood up. And the river  Huzoor? And the city? And this country? Yes  yes  it's all mine  said the emperor.     

 Now get out! Ah said the Sadhu.  And before you  Huzoor. Who did the garden and fort and city belong to then? My father  of course           said the emperor.

 In spite of his irritation  he was beginning to get interested in the Sadhu's questions. He loved philosophical discussions and he could tell  from his manner of speaking      

 that the Sadhu was a learned man. And who was here before him?      the Sadhu asked quietly. His father my father's father as you know.           Ah  said the Sadhu. 

So this garden  those rose bushes the palace and the fort all this has only belonged to you for your lifetime. Before that they belonged to your father am I right?

 And after yours time they will belong to your son and then to his son?      Yes said the Emperor Akbar wonderingly. So each one stays here for a time and then goes on his ways? Yes.  Like a dharmashala?     

 the Sadhu asked. No one owns a dharmashala. Or the shade of a tree on the side of a road. We stop and rest for a while and then go on. And someone has always been there before us and someone will always come after we have gone. Is that not so?

It is Emperor Akbar quietly. So your garden  your palace your fort      your empire... these are only places you will stay in for a time for the span of your lifetime.

 When you die   they will no longer belong to you. You will go  leaving them in the possession of someone else   just as your father did and his father before him. Emperor Akbar nodded.     

 The whole world is a dharmashala  he said slowly thinking very hard.      In which we mortals rest awhile. That's what you are telling me  isn't it? 

Nothing on this earth can ever belong to a single person because each person is only passing through the earth and must die one day?  The Sadhu nodded solemnly.

 Then bowing to the ground   he removed his white beard and saffron turban and his voice changed. Jahanpanah forgive me! he said  in his normal voice.  It was my way of asking you to think about...  Birbal  oh Birbal! the emperor exclaimed.     

 You are wiser than any philosopher. Come   come at once to the royal chamber and let us discuss this further. Even emperors are but wayfarers on the path of life  it is clear!