Once upon a time there was a king who was very
fond of knowing his future from the astrologers [জ্যোতিষী]. A famous astrologer happened
to stop at his capital on his way to Benares. The king called on him to know
about his future and the astrologer told him something unpleasant. At this the
king got furious and condemned him to death saying, “Men like you should not
live to spoil [নষ্ট] the
peace of the world.” But another thought had crossed his mind before the
astrologer was removed for execution. “How long will you live?” asked the king.
With ready wit the astrologer said, “The stars declare that I shall die only a
week before Your Majesty. So, good-bye. “Hearing this king turned pale like a
dead man and
shouted,
“Drive this wretch [দুর্ভাগা] away,
let him not come here again.”
Moral:
Death
lays his icy hands to all.
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