Reading guide
Thirty-five stories, only seven perfections
The Cariyapitaka (“Basket of Conduct”) collects thirty-five verse stories across three chapters, each illustrating one of the pāramī — the “perfections” a bodhisatta cultivates on the way to Buddhahood. Ten stories illustrate giving, ten illustrate ethics, and the rest are divided across renunciation, resolve, truth, love, and equanimity — leaving patience, energy, and wisdom without a dedicated story of their own in this particular collection.
A homage, then a name
The text opens with the same homage formula that opens Kp 1 of the Khuddakapatha — ‘Homage to him, the blessed one...’ — before turning immediately to a specific claim: ‘my name was Akitti the mortifier’. Each of the collection's thirty-five stories will open this same way, naming who the Buddha says he once was.
Tested three times, unmoved each time
Sakka, king of the gods, disguised as a brahmin, comes to Akitti's hut three times asking for food. Each time Akitti has nothing but plain gathered leaves, unseasoned; each time he gives them without reservation, and each time turns back to his hut having given up on finding more food for himself that day.
A closing formula that names the point
The story ends by stating its own purpose directly: ‘while giving him that gift I did not wish for fame or profit. Wishing for omniscience I performed those deeds.’ A close variant of this line will close nearly every story in the collection — each act of giving is framed explicitly as a step toward Buddhahood, not virtue for its own sake.
Key terms
The text
§1Homage to him, the blessed one, the perfected one, the fully awakened Buddha!
§2“For a hundred thousand eons and four incalculable ages, all my conduct in that period ripens in awakening.
§3Setting aside my conduct in past eons through different lives, I shall speak of my conduct in this eon, hear me.
§4When I lived having plunged into the formidable jungle of empty thickets and glades, my name was Akitti the mortifier.
§5Then, burned by the fires of my mortification, the sovereign of the Third Heaven, came to me for alms in the form of a brahmin.
§6I had gathered leaves from the forest without oil or salt, and seeing him standing at my door, I placed them in his pot.
§7After giving him the leaves I turned over my plate, and having given up on seeking more food, I entered my hut of leaves.
§8A second and a third time he came to me. Undisturbed, ungrasping, I gave in just the same way.
§9That is the reason why my body is not discolored. In rapture and bliss free of relishing I spend the day.
§10If even for a month or two I were to find a worthy recipient, undisturbed, unattached, I would give the supreme gift.
§11While giving him that gift I did not wish for fame or profit. Wishing for omniscience I performed those deeds.”
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