- Panchatantra Tales Introduction
- First Strategy – The Loss of Friends
- The Monkey And The Wedge
- The Jackal And The Drum
- The Fall And Rise Of A Merchant
- The Foolish Sage And The Jackal
- The Crafty Crane And The Craftier Crab
- The Cunning Hare and The Witless Lion
- The Bug and The Poor Flea
- The Story of The Blue Jackal
- The Camel, The Jackal And The Crow
- The Bird Pair and The Sea
- Tale of The Three Fish
- The Elephant and The Sparrow
- The Lion and The Jackal
- Suchimukha and The Monkey
- How a Sparrow Came to Grief
- The Foolish Crane and The Mongoose
- The King and The Foolish Monkey
- Second Strategy – Gaining Friends
- The Crow-Rat Discourse – Panchatantra Tales
- Meeting a New Friend – Panchatantra Tales
- The Hermit and The Mouse – Panchatantra Tales
- Shandili and Sesame Seeds
- Story of The Merchant’s Son
- The Unlucky Weaver
- The Rescue of a Deer
- Third Strategy: Of Crows And Owls
- Elephants and Hares
- The Cunning Mediator
- The Brahmin and The Crooks
- The Brahmin and The Cobra
- The Old Man, His Young Wife and The Thief
- The Tale of Two Snakes
- The Wedding of The Mouse
- Tale of The Golden Droppings
- Frogs That Rode a Snake
- The Croc and The Monkey
- The Lion and The Foolish Donkey
- The Story of The Potter
- A Three-in-One Story
- The Carpenter’s Wife
- The Price of Indiscretion
- The Jackal’s Strategy
- Fifth Strategy – Imprudence
- The Brahmani and The Mongoose
- The Lion That Sprang to Life
- The Tale of Two Fish and a Frog
- The Story of The Weaver
- The Miserly Father
- Tale Of The Bird With Two Heads
After he saw how Hiranyaka had helped Chitragriva, Lagupatanaka came down from his tree perch and called out the rat in a voice resembling that of Chitragriva. The rat thought, “What happened? Did I forget to free any bird? The dove king must be calling me for the same purpose.”
Not sure who was calling him, the rat shouted from inside his fort, “Who are you?”
“I am Laghupatanaka, the crow.”
The rat further retreated into his fort and said, “Go away at once, I don’t know who you are.”
“I have come on an important business. Why don’t you meet me?”
“What do I gain by meeting you?”
“Sir, I have seen you liberating Chitragriva and his retinue. I thought friendship with you would be useful in such a crisis. I am seeking your hand.”
“Very odd! You are the diner and I am the dinner. How can there be amity between the two? Where there is enmity, there cannot be friendship. Didn’t you hear the elders say:
Friendship or marriage is always
between equals in caste and wealth.
There cannot be any sort of bond
between the weak and the strong.
“He who seeks friendship with someone who is not an equal will earn ridicule. So, please go.”
The crow replied, “Hiranyaka, I am waiting here at your doorstep. If you reject my hand, I will starve here to death.”
“But friendship with you is not possible. However hot the water, it still kills the fire.”
“We haven’t even seen each other. How can there be enmity between both of us?”
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Hiranyaka then explained, “Enmity is of two kinds. The first is natural and the second is artificial. The second kind disappears when what caused it disappears. But natural enmity ends only with the death of one of the two enemies.”
“Can you make it clearer”, asked Laghupatanaka.
“Yes, artificial enmity is always based on some reason. Natural enmity is like the one between a snake and a mongoose, water and fire, Devatas and Rakshasas, dogs and cats, the rich and the poor, the learned and the illiterate, between women of virtue and vice.”
The crow then pleaded, “Sir, what you say is unreasonable. There is always a reason behind friendship and enmity. That is why a wise man should always seek friendship and not enmity.”
“True, it is foolish to think that you will not come to harm because you are a man of character. People who are blinded by ignorance and anger do not consider your character,” said the rat.
“Friendship with bad men is like a pot of clay easy to break but difficult to rejoin. With good men it is like pot of gold, difficult to break but easy to mend. I pledge that you will have no reason to fear danger from me,” said the crow.
Hiranyaka said, “I have no faith in pledges. don’t trust an enemy with whom you have made peace. Even if the hole is small, water seeping through it can sink a ship.
Don’t trust a person untrustworthy
Faith has its own limits
The evil that trust brings
Leaves you totally destroyed
Him who is highly skeptical
The mighty cannot put an end to
Him who trusts others easily
Even the weakest can kill.
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After this long sermon, Laghupatanaka didn’t know how to reply. Hiranyaka, he thought, was a very knowledgeable being and that was a strong reason for him to seek his friendship. Turning to the rat, he said, “Seven words are enough to bring two good people together. We have already talked a lot, which makes us good friends. That’s why please believe what I say. If it is not possible, I will stay out and you can talk to me from within your stronghold.”
Impressed by his sincerity, Hiranyaka said, “Okay, you should not step inside my fort.” When Laghupatanaka agreed to that condition, the two became friends and enjoyed their daily meetings and long talks. They helped each other, the crow bringing pieces of meat and relics of offerings to God at temples for the rat and the rat in turn bringing for Hiranyaka grains of paddy and food items. Thus they became great and inseparable friends.
The Crow-Rat Discourse – Panchatantra Tales by Vishnu Sharma
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