法苑珠林 47.34

47.34

又雜寶藏經云。佛初出家夜。佛子羅睺始入于胎。初成道夜生羅睺羅。舉宮婇女咸皆慚恥。怪哉大惡耶輸陀羅。不慮是非。輕有所作。不自愛慎。令我舉宮都被染污。悉達菩薩久已出家。今卒生子。甚為恥辱。時有釋女。名曰電光。是耶輸姨母之女。椎胸拍髀呵罵耶輸。汝於尊親何以自損。太子出家已經六年。生此小兒甚為非時。從誰而得。辱我種族不護惡名。淨飯王于時在樓。見此大地六種震動。見是相已謂菩薩死憂箭入心。聞于宮中舉聲大哭。王倍驚怖謂太子死。走使女問是何哭聲。女白王言。太子不死。耶輸陀羅今產一子。舉宮慚愧。是以哭耳。王聞是語倍增憂惱。發聲大哭揚聲大喚。怪哉。醜辱。我子出家已經六年。云何今日而方生子。時彼國法擊鼓一下一切運集。九萬九千諸釋悉會。即喚耶輸陀羅著白淨衣。抱兒在懷。都不驚怕。於親黨中抱兒而立。諸釋咸忿。叱爾凡鄙有何面目我等前立。宜好實語。竟為何處而得此子。耶輸陀羅都無慚恥。正直而言。從彼出家釋種名曰悉達。而得此子。王言。我子悉達本在家時。聞有五欲耳尚不聽。況當有欲而生於子。實是諂曲非正直法。以此謗毀王極大瞋。問諸釋言。云何苦毒殺害。復有釋言。如我意者。當作火坑擲置火中。使其母子都無遺餘。諸人皆言。此事最良。即掘火坑。以佉陀羅木積於坑中。以火焚之。即將耶輸。至火坑邊。時耶輸見火方大驚怖。譬如野鹿獨在圍中四向顧望無可恃怙。耶輸自責。既自無罪受斯禍患。遍觀諸釋無救己者。抱兒歎念菩薩言。汝有慈悲憐愍一切。天龍鬼神咸敬於汝。今我母子薄於祐助無過受苦。云何菩薩不見留意。何故不救我之母子今日危厄。即時向佛一心敬禮。復拜諸釋合掌向火。而說實語。我此兒者實不從他而有。此子若實不從他而有。此子若實不虛六年在我胎者。火當消滅終不燒害我之母子。作是語已即入火中。而此火坑變為水池。自見己身處蓮華上。都無恐怖顏色和悅。合掌向諸釋言。若我虛妄應即燋死。以今此兒實菩薩子。以我實語得免火患。有諸釋言。視其形相不驚不畏。而此火坑變為清池。以此驗之知其無過。時諸釋等將耶輸陀羅還歸宮中倍加恭敬。為索乳母供事其子。猶如生時等無有異。祖白淨王愛重深厚。不見羅睺終不能食。若憶菩薩抱羅睺羅用解愁念。略而言之。滿六年已。白淨王渴仰於佛遣往請佛。佛憐愍故還歸本國。來到釋宮。變千二百五十比丘皆如佛身。光相無異。耶輸陀羅語羅睺羅。誰是汝父。往到其邊。時羅睺羅禮佛已訖。正在如來右足邊立。如來即以手摩羅睺羅頂。即說偈言。

Furthermore, the Za baozang jing states: On the night the Buddha first went forth from the household life, the Buddha’s son Rāhula first entered the womb. On the night [the Buddha] first attained the Way, Rāhula was born. All the court ladies in the palace felt ashamed and humiliated, saying, “How monstrous and exceedingly wicked of Yaśodharā! Without considering right and wrong, she acted rashly and heedlessly, not cherishing or guarding herself, thereby bringing defilement upon our entire palace. The Bodhisattva Siddhārtha went forth long ago, yet now she suddenly gives birth to a son! This is utterly disgraceful.” At that time there was a Śākya maiden named Lightning-Flash (Dian’guang), who was the daughter of Yaśodharā’s maternal aunt. Beating her chest and slapping her thighs, she scolded Yaśodharā, saying, “Why have you disgraced your venerable family? It has already been six years since the crown prince went forth; giving birth to this boy is exceedingly untimely. By whom did you conceive him? You have disgraced our clan and brought an evil reputation without care!” King Śuddhodana was in his tower at that time and saw this great earth trembling in six ways. Having seen this sign, he thought that the Bodhisattva had died, and the arrow of grief pierced his heart. Hearing loud wailing through the palace, the king became doubly alarmed and terrified, believing the crown prince was dead. He sent a running maidservant to ask what weeping sound that was. The maidservant addressed the king, saying, “The crown prince is not dead. Yaśodharā has just given birth to a boy, and the whole palace is ashamed and humiliated; therefore they weep.” Hearing these words, the king’s grief and distress doubled. He broke into loud wailing and cried out aloud, “How monstrous! What an ugly disgrace! My son went forth six years ago; how can she only now give birth to a son?” According to the law of that kingdom, one stroke of the drum was the signal for all to assemble, and ninety-nine thousand Śākyas all gathered. They summoned Yaśodharā, who donned clean white clothes and held the child in her bosom without the least alarm or fear, standing with the child in her arms amidst her kinsfolk. The Śākyas were all enraged and scolded her, “You vile and base woman! What face do you have to stand before us? Speak the truth properly: where did you get this child after all?” Yaśodharā felt no shame or humiliation at all, and spoke with uprightness, “I had this child from that Śākya clansman who went forth, named Siddhārtha.” The king said, “When my son Siddhārtha was originally at home, he would not even listen with his ears to the five desires, much less engage in desire to father a child! This is truly crooked and deceitful, not an upright matter.” Because of this slander, the king was exceedingly enraged and asked the Śākyas, “By what cruel means shall she be put to death?” There was another Śākya who said, “In my opinion, we should make a fire pit and cast them into the fire, leaving nothing of both mother and child.” Everyone said, “This is the best course.” Thereupon they dug a fire pit, heaped khadira wood inside it, and set it ablaze. They then brought Yaśodharā to the edge of the fire pit. Only when Yaśodharā saw the fire was she greatly terrified, like a solitary wild deer surrounded on all sides, looking in every direction with nothing to rely upon. Yaśodharā blamed herself, “Though guiltless myself, I suffer this catastrophe!” Looking around at all the Śākyas and seeing no one to rescue her, she held the child and lamented, thinking of the Bodhisattva: “You possess loving-kindness and compassion, pitying all beings. Devas, nāgas, ghosts, and spirits all revere you. Now my child and I lack help and protection, and suffer without having committed any fault. Why does the Bodhisattva pay no heed? Why do you not rescue my child and me from today’s perilous crisis?” Immediately facing toward the Buddha, she paid homage with a single mind, bowed again to the Śākyas, joined her palms toward the fire, and spoke words of truth (satyavacana): “This child of mine truly came from no other. If it is true that this child came from no other, and it is true and not false that he remained in my womb for six years, may the fire be extinguished and never burn or harm my child and me!” Having spoken these words, she stepped into the fire. Thereupon this fire pit turned into a pool of water, and she saw herself seated upon a lotus blossom, completely devoid of terror, her countenance pleasant and serene. Joining her palms toward the Śākyas, she said, “Had I been lying, I ought to have burned to death immediately. Because this child is truly the Bodhisattva’s son, by my true words I have escaped the disaster of the fire.” Some Śākyas said, “Look at her appearance—she is neither frightened nor afraid, and this fire pit has turned into a pure pool. Verified by this, we know she is blameless.” Then the Śākyas escorted Yaśodharā back to the palace with redoubled respect, sought wet nurses to serve and attend to her son, exactly the same as if he were [just] born. The grandfather, King Śuddhodana, cherished and valued him most deeply; if he did not see Rāhula, he could not eat at all, and whenever he thought of the Bodhisattva, he held Rāhula to dispel his sorrowful thoughts. In brief: when six full years had passed, King Śuddhodana thirsted for the Buddha and sent messengers to invite him. Out of pity, the Buddha returned to his native kingdom. Arriving at the Śākya palace, he transformed the one thousand two hundred and fifty monks so that they all looked like the Buddha’s body, with no difference in radiance or marks. Yaśodharā said to Rāhula, “Who is your father? Go over to his side.” After Rāhula finished paying homage to the Buddha, he stood right beside the Tathāgata’s right foot. The Tathāgata then stroked Rāhula’s crown with his hand and spoke a verse: