The story of Janasruti and Raikva: wind and breath as gatherers unto themselves

4.1.1 Janasruti, the great-grandson of Janasruta, was a pious dispenser, a liberal giver, a preparer of much food. He had rest-houses built everywhere with the thought, "Everywhere people will be eating of my food."

4.1.2 Now then, one time swans flew past in the night, and one swan spoke to another thus: "Hey! Ho! Short-sight! Short-sight! The light of Janasruti, the great-grandson of Janasruta, has spread like the sky. Do not touch it, lest it burn you up!"

4.1.3 To it the other one then replied: "Come! Who is that man of whom you speak as if he were Raikva, the man with the cart?"

"Pray, how is it with Raikva, the man with the cart?"

4.1.4 "As the lower throws of dice all go to the highest throw, to the winner, so whatever good thing creatures do, all goes to him. I say the same thing of whoever knows what he knows."

4.1.5 Now Janasruti, the great-grandson of Janasruta, overheard this. Then when he rose he said to the attendant:

"Lo! You speak of me as if I were Raikva, the man with the cart!"

"Pray, how is it with Raikva, the man with the cart?"

4.1.6 "As the lower throws of dice all go to the highest throw, to the winner, so to this man, whatever good thing creatures do, all goes to him. I say the same thing of whoever knows what he knows."

4.1.7 Then the attendant, having sought, came back, saying, "I did not find him."

Then he said to him: "Oh! Where one searches for a knowledgeable man, there seek for him."

4.1.8 He approached a man who was scratching the itch underneath a cart, and said to him: "Pray, Sir, are you Raikva, the man with the cart?"

"Oh! I am, indeed," he acknowledged.

Then the attendant went back, and said: "I have found him."