There is a boy born into a family possessed of great wealth. From the day of his birth he refused to go near a woman. When he reached manhood his mother and father said to him, “Son, we wish to arrange a marriage for you.”
The youth replied, I have no use for a woman.” Time and again they asked him, and time and again he refused. Finally he caused five hundred goldsmiths to make a solid image of beaten gold in the form of a woman of surpassing beauty and said to his parents, “If you will bring me such a maiden as that, I will do your bidding.” So saying, he pointed to the image of gold. So his mother and father summoned several noted Bràhmins and sent them forth, saying, “Our son possesses great merit; there must certainly be a maiden who wrought works of merit with him. Take this image of gold with you, go abroad, and bring back with you a maiden of equal beauty.” “Agreed,” said the Bràhmins, and they traveled from place to place until they came to the city Sàgala in the kingdom of Madda(Ancient India).
Now there lived in this city a certain maiden of about sixteen years of age, and she was exceedingly beautiful. The Bràhmins set the golden image down by the side of the road leading to the bathing-place. When the nurse of that maiden saw the image, she said to herself, “I thought this was my own daughter; pray what can this be?” Then the Bràhmins asked her, “Woman, does your daughter look like this image?” “What does this image amount to, compared with my daughter?” ‘Well then, show us your daughter.” The nurse accompanied the Bràhmins to the house. The mistress and master of the household exchanged friendly greetings with the Bràhmins, and then caused their daughter to come down and stand on the lower floor of the palace beside the golden image.
So great was the beauty of the maiden that the image no longer seemed beautiful. The Bràhmins gave them the image, took the maiden, and went to inform the mother and father of the youth. Delighted at heart, they said to the Bràhmins, “Go fetch this maiden hither with all speed.” So saying, they were sent forth with rich offerings. When the youth heard the report he said, “Let them fetch the maiden hither with all speed.” The maiden entered a carriage, but so delicate was she that as she was being conveyed along the road, the jolting of the carriage gave her cramps, and she died. When the death was reported to the youth, he exclaimed, “Alas, to think that I should have failed to meet so beautiful a woman!” Profound melancholy came over him, and he was overwhelmed with grief and pain.
The Buddha, seeing that he was ripe for conversion, stopped at the door of his house on his round for alms. He was invited in for a meal by the youth’s parents. At the end of the meal, the Buddha asked of the youth, “Youth, you seem to be very sad.” “Yes, Venerable,” replied the youth, “a most beautiful woman just died upon the road, and the news of her death has made me very sad; so great is my sadness that even my food does not agree with me.” Then said the Buddha to him, “But, youth, do you know the cause of the intense sorrow which has afflicted you?” “No, Venerable, I do not.”
“Youth, because of love, intense sorrow has come upon you; sorrow and fear both spring from love.”
Source: dhammapada The Story of Anitthigandha Kumàra (Verse 215)
