One day a monk went for alms to a neighboring village. He walked and walked and suddenly saw a corn field. Let me pick some corn, he thinks. The monk picked the cob, but it turned out to be empty, there was not a single grain in it. He tore off another one, looked, and it was empty.
The monk got angry and began to vilify the cornfield in every possible way.
And the cornfield answered him:
“Before you insult me, you should have looked at the ground, monk.” You see, it's completely dry.
The monk looked at the ground, and indeed, it was all cracked from the drought. Then the monk began to scold the earth, and she answered him:
- Before scolding me, you should look at the sky, monk. See how mercilessly the sun burns.
The monk became more angry than before and cursed at the sun.
- Well, what do I have to do with it? – the sun was indignant. “You’d better ask the rain why it doesn’t want to give the earth moisture.”
Now the monk began to scold the rain, and he answered him like this:
“You monks are good at carrying corn from someone else’s field without even asking the owner’s consent.” And if so, then be content with what you got. I am no help in vile matters.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru