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25 Best Akbar And Birbal Moral Stories For Adults And Kids


Stories are something that always adds fun and enthusiasm to our fast-paced and hectic life. They are one way to add to our kids’ entertainment. Humour and satisfaction are what stories give us. Twists and turns make them so captivating, that we can’t resist ourselves reading them. But, whenever we think of Stories, Akbar and Birbal are the names that always strike our mind. Birbal is one name that is always at the top-notch when one talks of the nine gems of Akbar’s court.

So, here are 25 Akbar and Birbal moral stories that will help handle your kids’ tantrums by giving them doses of wits, wisdom, and humor.

 

The Fifty Jungles

 

Emperor Akbar was very fond of hunting, but because of his hobby, the flora and fauna of the forests got endangered. Birbal was very dejected to see this. But, as he was just a servant, he couldn’t show his reluctance openly.

One day, Birbal got the chance, as they were passing through the forests, they saw two groups of owls hooting loudly. The Emperor was aware of Birbal’s talent to acknowledge the bird’s language, so he asked him what the owls were saying?

Birbal said, “Maharaj, they are discussing a prospective marriage. The owl sitting on the right side is the bride’s father and the other one is the groom’s father. The bridegroom’s father is demanding fifty barren lands as dowry while the bride’s father is assuring to provide not only fifty, but sixty barren lands”.

Birbal further said that the groom’s father is saying, “If at present fifty barren lands are not there, how can there be sixty within a few days?” But, the bride’s father assures him that, as the Emperor is so fond of hunting, he will clear the jungles rapidly and within a few days forests will be abandoned by birds and beasts and then sixty barren lands won’t be an arduous job!

Hearing the explanation, the Emperor realized his mistake and he decided to stop the unnecessary killing of animals.

 

Moral-  Animals are not ours to use them as a source of entertainment. We must not kill them instead we must try to protect them.

 

 

An Angel and a Witch

 

One day, the  Emperor expressed his desire to Birbal to see an angel and a witch.

Next day, Birbal entered the court along with his wife and a prostitute. Showing his wife he said,” Maharaj, she is an angel from heaven, I get immense pleasure and satisfaction with her services”.

 To this, the Emperor said,” But, she is dark and weak. In Puranas, angels are described as dazzling beauties”. Birbal said,” Jahanpanah! True beauty lies in the qualities of an individual, not the color of skin. I achieve happiness as of heaven from her. She is an angel for me”.

Then, as Birbal presented the prostitute, the king cried,” Wow! She is such a beauty. Look at her expensive jewels and beautiful clothes”.To this, Birbal said, “All the expensive jewels and beautiful clothes are to flatter the world. The one who comes under her evil and wicked shadow destroy his own life”. The Emperor then realized, what Birbal said and understood that a good character and quality of mind determines one’s true beauty.

 

Moral-  There is nothing more beautiful than someone who has a good moral character. It is not your appearance but your inner beauty that captures the heart.

 

 

What God does is for good 

 

One day, the Emperor got his finger wounded while he was hunting. He showed his finger to Birbal. Birbal casually replied, “What God does is only for good”. The Emperor got exasperated by this statement of Birbal and told him not to come back to the court again.

Birbal replied to this, “This order should also be for good”.

Days rolled, Akbar thought of calling Birbal back. One day, he went for hunting along with his courtiers. There the Emperor’s horse went far ahead while chasing the hunt. The Emperor soon realized that his way was lost. He was trapped in a gloomy and intense jungle.

All of a sudden, the  Emperor saw two shadows coming towards him. He was trapped by the tribal people. They took him to the temple and bathed him and gave him something to eat. One of them took out a sharp-edged knife and said, “We sacrifice one man every day before our goddess and today we have found you!”.

On hearing this, the Emperor started perspiring profusely and begged for help, but the wild tribals paid no attention to him. All the arrangements for sacrifice were ready, suddenly one of the wild men saw the Emperor’s half cut finger. He said,” How can we sacrifice a faulty body, our goddess will be angry with us”! The Emperor had a sigh of relief and he immediately left for the court.

He called Birbal and narrated the whole incident to him and said, “What you said turned out to be true, but when I told you not to come back to the court again, you said,” What God does is for good”? How could my order turn good for you?”. 

Birbal replied smilingly, “Maharaj! If I would have been present in the court, then I would surely have accompanied you for the hunt and since my finger was not cut, I would have been sacrificed instead of you. So, your order saved my life. Wasn’t that good for me?”.

 

Moral- God works everything out for our good. We must never stop believing in him.

 

 

Who is Rich and Who is Poor?

 

One day, the Emperor out of nowhere asked, “Why is it that one is rich and another is poor in this world? God is like a father, taking care of his children, then why some have heaps of money while others have to strive hard for their daily bread?” 

To this Birbal replied,”Your Majesty, but if God wouldn’t do all this, there would be chaos. You are our king and you make each one do a particular job and give a salary of thousand to some, fifty to some, while only five to some per month. Why don’t you pay everyone equally?”

 Hearing this, the Emperor started thinking deeply. Then Birbal continued,”You give them salary according to their work. More work gets more pay. If it wouldn’t be there, the world’s balance would come to a halt. God too follows the same law. He also tries to maintain the equilibrium between the happy and the sad. He protects us from awful things but, if anyone commits something wrong, he is sure to be punished. This is the law of Almighty!. Money depends on hard work. The one who toils hard and do more efforts gets more money, while the one who sits lazily remains in poverty and misery”.

 The Emperor was amazed with Birbal’s explanation.

 

Moral-  Hard work always earns you wealth and success. Nothing worthy comes easy.

 

 

The Magical Sticks

 

A long time back, there was a merchant who was very fond of wearing jewels. He always had a diamond necklace around his neck. One day while going for a bath, he hung his necklace outside the bathroom in a hurry. After taking a  bath, when he came out, he saw that the necklace had vanished.

He immediately called all his servants and questioned them about the lost necklace. But, all of them refused. Finally, he rushed to the court and lodged a complaint. 

The Emperor asked Birbal to look into the matter. Birbal then asked the merchant to bring all his servants to the court the next day. The merchant followed Birbal’s instructions and went to the court with all his servants. Birbal then asked a guard to bring a bundle of sticks. Then he said, “I have cast a magical spell on all the sticks. Each one of you takes a stick and go back home. Tomorrow morning, come to the court along with your sticks. Whosoever is the thief, his stick would have been expanded by four fingers in length!” 

At night, all were fast asleep but the culprit who had committed the theft could not sleep. After thinking deeply for a long time, an idea finally struck his mind. He got up and chopped off the stick by four fingers length with a knife. Then, he slept peacefully.

The next day, he came to the court very confidently. Birbal examined each and every stick carefully. When he saw that servant’s stick, he exclaimed, “Your Majesty! This man is the real thief!”.

The servant was very scared and turned red with shame. Birbal smiled and said, “You moron, I hadn’t at all cast a spell on the sticks. But, I knew whosoever is the thief will reduce its length. Now, straightaway return the necklace!”

The servant had to surrender and he handed over the necklace to Birbal.

 

MoralA guilty conscience needs no accuser.

 

 

Whatever You Like

 

Once, a very miserly man lived in the city of Delhi. He worked very hard to earn his living. He would spend a very meager amount out of it for his needs and save the remaining amount. 

He had bought many pearls and diamonds out of his savings, but lived in such a manner,  that no one could ever make out that this man had seen diamonds and gems in his life. He hid those jewels and gems in an old ripped dirty cloth bag. One day, the miser’s hut caught fire.

 When he saw this, he started groaning.

 Everyone tried to put off the fire but the fire could not be extinguished but increased rapidly. Now, the miser started crying even louder. Hearing his loud cries and howls, a jeweler who was his neighbor got very irritated and said, “Stupid, for what you are crying so loudly?” Still crying, the miser said, “I am not crying for my hut, I am crying for my pearls and diamonds.”

Quite stunned, the jeweler asked, “Then, Where have you kept them?”

The miser pointed towards the place where they have been kept. The cunning jeweler out of his greed said, “If I will be able to take them out, I will give you back whatever I like. The remaining ones I will take, agreed?”

The miser thought that instead of losing everything, it is better to gain at least something and agreed.

The jeweler entered the flames and after a while came out with a bag of valuables. When the fire was totally put off, the jeweler kept all the valuables with himself and gave the dirty torn old bag to the miser. The miser was furious, but the jeweler said, “You had agreed with what I said. Now you won’t get anything!”

The miser begged,” Please sir. You have taken out the bag at the cost of your life. You may take half of the pearls and diamonds.” The jeweler smiled and said, “Not at all, I had told you in the first place that I will give you whatever I like.” The miser felt helpless. He rushed to the Emperor for justice. The Emperor handed over the case to Birbal.

Then Birbal asked them, “What was decided between you?”

The jeweler said, “It was decided that if I will take out the bag from the flames, I will give him whatever I like.” Then Birbal asked the miser, “Is the jeweler telling the truth?” The miser replied, “Yes Sir!” “Then what is your purpose of coming here?”, Birbal asked.”But Sir, he is taking all the pearls and diamonds and giving me this dirty old bag.” Birbal asked the jeweler, “What do you like amongst the two?”

“Sir! The pearls and diamonds, of course!”

To this Birbal said,” Then, You must give him the pearls and diamonds as you like them, and take the bag for yourself”.

The jeweler looked aghast. Birbal said further, “This is what was decided between you two, right?” The jeweler bent his head in shame.

MoralWe must not play a trump card on someone’s situation.

 

 

The Bag Of Coins

 

Once there was a big quarrel between an oil seller and a butcher. When they could not come to terms with each other, they approached Birbal to solve their dispute.

When the Butcher  was asked the reason for the contention he said,” While I was  selling meat in my shop, the oil seller came to me and asked for the oil container, when I went inside to fetch it, he stole my bag of gold coins and  started saying that it belongs to him.” 

The oil seller exclaimed,” No sir, it is false. This bag is really mine. While I was putting  coins in the bag, he saw the bag full of money and said it was his.”

Birbal consistently asked for the truth, but both said that they were telling the truth.

Birbal finally asked the servants to bring a tank full of water and dipped the bag of coins into it. At once, the oil started floating over the water and  Birbal realized that the bag really belonged to the oil seller, so he gave the bag of coins to him and the butcher was severely punished.

 

Moral–  Truth can never be suppressed. The greatest religion is to be true to your own nature.

 

 

One’s own Religion

 

One day the Emperor was in a very happy mood, All of a sudden he said to Birbal, “You convert yourself into a Muslim!”.

Birbal said,” I will think it over”, and went away.

After leaving the palace Birbal went to the lower caste sweepers and said,” You better be careful, the Emperor is thinking of converting you all to Muslims”.

The lower castes got enraged on hearing this and soon organized themselves into a  procession and went to the palace revolting and rebelling against the Emperor.

Their chief shouted,” Jahanpanah! Birbal is trying to convert us into Muslims. We will  die but will never accept any other religion.”

To this Birbal said to the Emperor, “Jahanpanah, look even this sweeper from lower caste is not ready to change to any other religion. How can you expect the same from others?”.

 

Moral We must respect every religion and we must not force our beliefs on others.

 

 

The Most Beautiful Child

 

Akbar and Birbal used to move about in the city at night in disguise. One day, while strolling they came across a very odd site, there a fair and beautiful woman was kissing her dark, ugly, and dirty child.

The emperor was astounded and asked Birbal,” Isn’t it strange ?”. Birbal replied, “No Jahanpanah, however ugly a child may be, for a mother he is the most beautiful of all”.

But,  the emperor refused to agree. The next day Birbal asked an extremely dark ugly and unpleasant guard to bring the most beautiful and handsome boy to the court.

The guard told his wife about the job given to him by Birbal. His wife replied,” Then what is your difficulty? Isn’t our own son beautiful enough? Take him to the court!”.

The next morning the guard went to the court with his own son and said to the Emperor,” Maharaj, as per your wish, I have brought the most beautiful and handsome boy, my own son to the court”.

Hearing this the Maharaj and all other courtiers were shocked and looked at Birbal. Then Birbal said,” Your Majesty, now do you agree to what I said?”.

 

Moral Everyone is beautiful in their own way.

 

 

 

The “Iron” and “Paris”

 

Once a brave soldier had sacrificed his life during the battle of Emperor Akbar with some other Kingdom. After his demise, his wife lived miserably, she used to spend her life in an utter state of poverty.

When Birbal came to know about her condition he was deeply moved, so he decided to help her out. He went to the poor woman and said,” Grandma, you must be having your husband’s old, rusty sword with you. Come to the emperor’s court tomorrow along with that sword and do as I say”.

The old woman agreed and next morning she went to the court with the sword and said to the Emperor, “Maharaj this is the only memento of my brave and clever husband, but as my days are numbered, I may die sooner or later, I request you to keep this precious thing with you”.

The emperor examined the sword, then returning it back to her he said, “Madam, this old and rusty sword is hard of any use. What is the purpose of keeping it in our armory? It would be better if you take it back!”.

The old woman felt disheartened and started leaving the court. Seeing the woman disappointed the Emperor felt pity on her and ordered the treasurer to give five gold coins to the woman. Seeing all this someone exclaimed, “Tch! Tch! Tch!. It was Birbal. The Emperor asked,” What is the matter ?”.Birbal replied,” Maharaj, even a mere touch of the stone-like “Paris” changes iron to gold, but see the sword even after the touch of Akbar, the Great, it remained as it is. This means that even the wife of your brave soldier who died fighting for you is very unfortunate, so I felt bad !”.

The Emperor understood what he meant to say. He realized the irony that the old and helpless wife of his loyal and brave soldier had to live a miserable and poverty-stricken life. 

The Emperor at once ordered the treasurer to keep the sword in the armoury and give her gold equal to the weight of the sword.

Seeing this both Birbal and the old woman was very happy and the old woman thanked Birbal for his help.

 

Moral We must never forget the sacrifice that others did for us.

 

 

The Emperor and the Artist

 

Once the Emperor asked Birbal to get the painting of his favorite horse made. Birbal sent for a well-known artist and had the painting done. When the painting was shown to the emperor he was pleased to see the painting but, in order to tease Birbal, he didn’t show that he was pleased.

He didn’t utter a single word of appreciation instead he started finding faults in the painting. The artist felt very disappointed to see his art getting insulted. But he could not do anything instead, he stood still with his head low. Birbal felt sorry for seeing the artist’s sad face.

Birbal then said,” Maharaj, we can bring your horse and make it stand near the painting, so that you can find out if there are any mistakes”. The Emperor permitted him. The guard at once brought the horse and made him stand near the painting.

On looking at the painting the horse started neighing loudly. The Emperor asked,” Why is the horse neighing?”. 

To this Birbal replied,” Maharaj, your horse is more intelligent than you. Thinking the horse in the painting as his friend, he is anxious to run along with him. What could be a greater proof of the realistic effect of the artist’s art”.

 The emperor had a great admiration for Birbal’s cleverness and awarded the artist with a handsome reward worth his masterpiece.

 

MoralWe must never underrate an artist’s art.

 

 

Oversmartness does not Pay! 

 

Emperor Akbar was very moody by nature. No one could ever predict what would come to his mind.

One day in order to please the Emperor, two of the courtiers said to Akbar,” Huzur, you ask us for whatever you please, we will present it for you”.

The emperor at once understood that they were trying to create a good impression of themselves and said, “Alright as you say, one of you bring some air in the paper for me and one of you bring fire wrapped in paper”.

Hearing this, the two of the courtiers were taken aback, they felt helpless and approached Birbal to seek help. 

They came to Birbal’s place and touching his feet said, “Birbal, Now you can only save our lives”.  They told him about their problem.

Birbal after thinking for a while said,” One of you make a paper lantern and the other prepares a paper fan then go to the Emperor”. Both were pleased to hear this clever idea.

The next day one of them took the paper lantern and the other took the paper fan to the Emperor.

 The Emperor was quite amazed to see this.

Birbal was secretly smiling in the corner. When the Emperor noticed Birbal, he understood everything. He asked the courtiers,” Whose idea is this?”.  The couriers were frightened and took Birbal’s name.

 The Emperor said,” Don’t repeat such foolishness again. Your qualities will surely be appreciated, but do not act over smart or you will be sure to invite trouble for yourselves!”.

 

Moral We must not act over smart or we will land ourselves in trouble.

 

 

The Verbal Reward

 

Once, a poet went to a rich man and recited several poems for him with the hope that the rich man would give him some handsome reward. But the rich man was very shrewd. He said, “Honourable poet, I am very happy with your poems, please come tomorrow and I will please you really well”.

The poor poet went away happily. The next day, when he went to the rich man to receive his reward, the rich man said, “Just as you pleased me with your poems, I too pleased you by saying, “Come tomorrow”. Does it not make us even?”.

The poet was very disheartened. He went to Birbal sobbing and asked for help.

Birbal said,” He must be taught a good lesson. Do as I say. You befriend the rich man and one day invite him for lunch, also invite your other poet friends and I myself would be present there. We all will gather some time before the fixed time. Then, after having lunch, we will sit easily chatting with each other. I will see what has to be done later”.

The poet did the same, after some days the arrangement was made and all of them gathered. The rich man came at a fixed time. At that time Birbal and the poet’s friends were busy talking to each other.

Gradually, the time passed and the lunchtime was over, but no one paid attention to it. The rich man got annoyed and impatiently said, “It’s already past noon. Aren’t we having any lunch?”.

Birbal said,” Lunch? What lunch?”.

The rich man shouted, “Hadn’t we gathered here for lunch?. What do you mean by what lunch?”.

Birbal said,” No, not at all, there wasn’t an invitation for lunch. Only to please you, you were told: “Come for Lunch”.

The rich man turned red in anger and said,” In this way, you insult and cheat a respectable person?”.

Birbal giggled and said,” When did I say such behavior is right? But you too had cheated the poet, in the same way, saying”Come tomorrow” so I too said the same to please you. We thought perhaps this was the right behavior amongst cultured men”.

The rich man realized his mistake and gave the poet his reward. 

 

MoralTit for tat.

 

 

Birbal’s “Khichdi”

 

It was a chilling winter eve when Akbar and Birbal were taking around near the lake. While walking they came across a very poor man who could do anything for money, but the Emperor refused to agree.

He said,” If the man would be able to stand in this freezingly cold pond one entire night, that too bare body I will give him one thousand gold coins”.

Birbal informed the poor man about the Emperor’s offer. The poor man readily agreed, after all his poverty could be removed with one thousand gold coins.

The Emperor then posted guards along the pond. The poor man stood in the pond naked. In the morning he was taken before the Emperor.

The Emperor was quite astonished. He asked,” How could you stand in such freezingly cold water and that too in a winter night?”.

The poor man innocently replied,” All through the night I kept looking at the street light”.

The Emperor said,” Hmm, so that is the reason you could get warmth from the street light. I won’t give you any reward”.

The poor man was driven out of the palace. He went to Birbal to seek justice.

Birbal sympathetically listened to him and assured to help him out. The next day at the time of court there was no sign of Birbal. When the Emperor asked the reason for his absence, he was told that Birbal was cooking “khichdi”, when it will be cooked he will surely arrive.

Maharaj waited for long and when there was no sign of him, he grew anxious and decided to approach him. When he went to Birbal’s house he saw that Birbal had fixed three bamboos in the ground and from their upper ends a pot was suspended at a height of about five feet from the ground.

The Emperor and the courtiers started chuckling seeing this funny sight. The Emperor asked Birbal if he was coming to the court or not.

Birbal replied,” Your majesty, as soon as this “khichdi”  will be cooked, I will come!”.

The Emperor smiled and said, “But the pot is too high. How can the heat from these little twigs reach the pot?”.

Birbal said innocently,” Why not? Yesterday that man stood in the pond. The Street light was one furlong away from him. Yet, he could feel it’s warmth. Then this pot is only five feet high. My “khichdi” is bound to get cooked. Isn’t it?”.

The Emperor realized his mistake. He said,” Birbal your “khichdi” is cooked. Call the poor man!”.

The Emperor felt sorry for his misconduct and gave that poor man one thousand gold coins, which he deserved.

 

MoralIf there is a will, even a small ray of hope can help you achieve your goal.

 

The Emperor and the Holy Book

 

One day the Emperor said to Birbal, “Birbal, I have heard that in your holy-book, it is written somewhere that, Lord Vishnu once ran alone all alone after hearing the cry of an elephant. He didn’t even take his servants along with him nor did he rode his horse, Why is it so? Weren’t there any servants?”.

Birbal replied,” Maharaj, I will surely answer your question when the right time comes”.

Days rolled. One day, Birbal went to the servant whose duty was to take care of the Emperor’s grandson and gave him a wax statue which resembles the Emperor’s grandson and dressed it exactly like him.

He told the servant, “Today, instead of the Emperor’s grandson, you take this statue for a walk, then act as if you have slipped near the tank but make sure that you fall on the ground and this statue will fall underwater. If you will succeed in doing so, I will give you a handsome reward”.

 The servant did as Birbal asked. When Akbar saw that from the balcony he lost his senses and rushed to save his grandson and jumped into the tank with his clothes on.

Birbal came to him and said,” Maharaj, you have so many servants at your service. Then why did you yourself jumped in to save your grandson. What is the use of these servants?”.

He further added, “Your majesty, Just as your grandson is dear to you, the devotees were dear to Lord Vishnu. So, on hearing the cries of his devotees, he himself would run to save them.

 

MoralGod is always ready to run for his devotees.

 

 

The Donkey’s Load

 

The Emperor and the Empress often used to go to the river to take a bath. They also took Birbal with them sometimes.

Once, as they had gone for a bath to river Yamuna. Both the Emperor and the Empress entered the river. Birbal remained outside looking after their clothes.

He was standing outside guarding their belongings, while they were merrily enjoying the bath.

As the emperor always looked for an opportunity to tease Birbal. With the motive of making fun of him.

The Emperor said, “Birbal, you seem to be standing with a Donkey’s load!”.

But Birbal turned the tables for him. He immediately replied, “Maharaj, not one Donkey’s load, I am standing with the load of two Donkey’s!”.

 

MoralWe must not try to outshine others for our fun.

 

 

The Short Tempered Merchant

 

Once, there lived a very short-tempered merchant. He was very stubborn by nature. Whatever he spoke, he would make it come true.

One day, while he was having his lunch, he spotted hair in the food.

He immediately called his wife and shouted,” Hey, If I find a single hair in my food again I will get your head shaved. Beware!”.

The wife was really frightened by hearing this. From then she took every care to see that no hair got into the food. And yet, one day the merchant found a hair in his food. He asked his servant to fetch a barber. 

The merchant’s wife trembled with fear and she secretly sent a servant to call his brothers.

Then she locked herself in a room and closed the door tightly.

When her brothers came to know, they got tensed and went to Birbal for help.

Birbal said,” You all go there, but go there with a bare body and carrying a towel on your shoulders. I will soon join you there”.

The four brothers followed Birbal’s instructions.

Meanwhile, the merchant’s servant had already called the barber.

The merchant started banging the door in which his wife locked herself.

Just then all the four brothers entered the house.

The merchant was puzzled to see them bareback and with the towel on their shoulders.

Just then Birbal too came there and said to one of them,” Come I have brought all the things ready for funeral”.

Hearing this the merchant came forward and said,” What is happening here? Who has died here?”.

Birbal replied with the expressionless face,” No one has died yet, but according to Hindu religion a woman’s head is shaved only after the death of his husband. We heard that your wife is getting shaved, so we have made all the preparations beforehand so that there are no delays”.

The merchant suddenly realized what Birbal meant.

He cried,” Oh God! What a fool I was! I was certainly acting stupid in my anger. Sir, you have opened my eyes. I won’t take any hasty decision in a fit of anger!”.

 

Moral We should control our anger, and not let our anger control us.

 

 

A Drop of Perfume

 

It was the occasion of Birbal’s birthday. The court was beautifully decorated for the celebration. There were refreshments, perfumes, and roses for everyone.

While applying perfume to the hands, one drop of it fell on the carpet. Seeing this, the Emperor at once tried to dab that drop with his finger.

But, before he could do so, the drop was already soaked in the carpet. The Emperor was embarrassed about his conduct. When he got to realize that Birbal was watching all his conduct, he just decided to show him that the perfume was hard of any value to him.

The very next day, the Emperor asked his servants to fill a tank in his palace yard with a sweet and expensive perfume.

After doing so, he proclaimed an announcement in his kingdom, “Take away as much perfume as you want.”

Within no time, hundreds of people went to collect the perfume according to their desire. They praised the Emperor for this act.

The Emperor felt proud of seeing so. He thought, “Perhaps now, Birbal must have realized that the perfume is hard of any value for me.”

He asked Birbal, “Well, Birbal? Isn’t it fun to give away perfume?”

Birbal replied in a calm tone,” Maharaj, the damage done by one drop cannot be replaced by a tankful of it!”

The Emperor got to realize what actually Birbal meant. 

 

Moral The prestige lost on account of a trifling matter cannot be regained even by spending a lot of money or by the greatest of the efforts.

 

 

The Real Test

 

Emperor Akbar’s court was such a place where artists, scholars, and the people, who had set up a benchmark in their respective fields, always admired to showcase their talent once in their lifetime. Many such talented persons used to come to the court to showcase their talents, and get rewarded by the Emperor.

On one fine day, a mimic also came to the court to showcase his skills before the Emperor. The mimic started performing his clever imitations. All were enjoying the show. The queens too were enjoying the show from behind the curtains. The mimic was a master of his art, so he performed his acts excellently. Finally, his imitation of a bull was so real that the whole court was shocked with joy. The Emperor was very much pleased watching his immensely great performance. He rewarded him with a handsome amount.

There was a small boy in the court who was also watching the show. He just picked up a small pebble and hit it on the bull’s back. To this, the bull made his body shiver like a real bull. The boy cried overwhelmingly,” Wow! What an imitation!” As the boy had not anything else to reward the mimic, he took off his dirty cap from his head and presented it to him.

The courtiers on seeing all this started making fun of the boy. But the boy came forward with courage and said, “The real value and appreciation of art is far greater than mere giving away costly rewards! None of you was able to evaluate the mimic’ feat. But no sooner did I throw the stone than he shivered his back. That was his real test!”

 

MoralOnly a true Goldsmith can scratch gold from the darkest mines.

 

 

The Result of Revenge

 

All the courtiers always felt jealous of Birbal because he was the Emperor’s favorite. One such courtier, the Kazi, decided to get rid of Birbal. He fled to another town to learn the art of disguise. He mastered the art so well that even the Emperor called him to his court.

He came to the court in the disguise of a mimic and said, “Maharaj! I can perform a tiger’s act realistically. But, to make it actually look real, I need a man whom I can attack. However, if that man loses his life, I should not be punished and let free.”

The Emperor agreed on this. But, Birbal felt something suspicious. He sent his spies after the mimic to know the reality.

The very next day, mimic entered the court in the disguise of a tiger roaring furiously. His act of tiger was so beautifully executed that some of the courtiers could actually feel the fear of a real tiger. For quite a while, mimic went on moving in and around the whole area of the court, and all of a sudden, he pounced upon Birbal.

Birbal pretended to be scared and started screaming loudly. However, the mimic kept on clawing his body fiercely with his nails. In this course, Birbal’s clothes were torn into shreds. But, Birbal got no major injury as he was wearing an iron armor all over the body.

The Emperor was astounded with his performance.

He asked Birbal, “Birbal, you had the best experience of the act amongst all of us. So you should decide what rewarded is to be given to this great artist”

Birbal replied in a calm tone, “Any reward is not worth for such a unique kind of art. But still, if this mimic would put up the act of ‘Sati’ in an unmatched manner, I will give my post of Prime Minister to him for one year as a reward.”

The Kazi felt very excited. He thought that it is a very easy task. Then, after acquiring the post of the Prime Minister, my dream of underrating Birbal will certainly be fulfilled.

The next day, he entered the court in a disguise of a woman with long loose hair, forehead covered with kumkum, garland around the neck, about to enter the pyre of her dead husband. He was quietly placing one foot after another, exactly like a ‘Sati’. Everyone in the court was impressed with his perfect performance.

But, Birbal rose from his seat and said,” Maharaj! unless this mimic enters the pyre like a ‘sati’, the act is incomplete. And see, I have already arranged a pyre.”

The mimic got scared hearing Birbal. But, now he could not do anything as if he would reiterate, the Emperor would punish him severely and above that the embarrassment was inevitable.

He decided that it’s is better to face death with fame rather than dying in a shameful manner.

He went into the pyre and was burnt to death.

The Emperor got aggrieved with Birbal and said, “Birbal, you haven’t done a good deed.”

Then Birbal told the mimic’s reality to the court and said to the Emperor,” If I would have lost my life, then would you have been pleased about it?”

The Emperor understood all the matter and praised Birbal and said,” That Kazi had lost his life only because of his jealous nature and feeling of revenge.”

 

MoralWe must not burn ourselves in the fire of revenge. Revenge is the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.

 

 

The Three Statues

 

Birbal’s wit and wisdom were of such a great level that throughout the world he was known for his intelligence. When the king of Iran went to know about it, he decided to test Birbal’s intelligence.

Along with a message, he sent three statues, of identical shape, size, and color to Emperor Akbar. The message read,” These three statues are identical. Yet, amongst them, which is the best, the fairly good and the worst, find out by testing them and send them back along with the slips attached. Otherwise, you will have to accept defeat.” 

It was certainly a difficult task. All statues were exactly similar, in each and every respect. It was impossible to find out which one was the best and which one the worst. All present there were astonished.

The Emperor also got worried. Finally, he called for Birbal and told him about the message.

Birbal examined the statues and smiled. He exclaimed, “Your Majesty, I will give you the answer tomorrow. I will take all these statues to my house today.”

He took all the three statues with him. The next day, Birbal came to the court with all the three statues tagged with slips of best, fair, and worst. The Emperor asked surprisingly, “Tell us, how you tested them to find out the best, the fair and the worst of the three?”

Birbal explained,” Yesterday, I examined all three of them for a long time. I found out that each statue had a minute hole in the inner side of the left ear!”

The Emperor asked out of curiosity,” Birbal your examination is amazing. What did you do further?”

” Then, I took a thin wire and inserted it in the hole. In the first statue, it came out of its mouth. In the second one, the wire came out from another ear. But, in the third case, it went right into the stomach and stopped there. Immediately, I understood that the first statue was the  worst, the second was fair and the third was the best of all the three.”, Birbal replied.

At this, the Emperor asked, “But, how can a wire signify the value of the statues?”

All the courtiers were also puzzled listening to all this. Birbal replied,” Listen, gentlemen see this wire has come out of the first statue’s mouth. It means a person who keeps speaking out whatever he hears isn’t wise at all. Therefore, the first statue signifies such persons who never keep anything to themselves, they are the worst of all. The people who hear something with one ear and let it out through another are depicted by the second one. These people cannot keep secrets for a  long time. But still, they are not as harmful as the first ones. So these are fairly good. The third statue is the best of all. The wire did not come out of it. It means such people listen to others and remember each and everything. They digest other’s talks but never go on telling them to others. They know the secrets of others but never reveal them. All of this signifies that though all persons appear the same by other features, their quality depends on their character and behavior!”

The Emperor and the courtiers praised Birbal for this amazing finding.

The statues were sent back to the king of Iran along with the slips of best, fair, and worst. The king of Iran was very pleased and he even sent a letter of appreciation to Emperor Akbar congratulating Birbal.

 

Moral If someone trusts us by telling their secrets we must be trustworthy and not reveal their secrets to others, then only we can prove to be a good human being.

 

 

The Fakir

 

One day, an unknown person looking to be a fakir entered the Emperor’s palace and sat on the parapet wall. He was praying and singing. A long time passed but the fakir showed no signs of getting up. The servant asked him to leave the palace but he kept on busy with his prayers and singing. Because he was a fakir, so it was not possible for any of the servants to drive him out of the palace. The servants kept on thinking about how to get rid of him. On the Emperor’s arrival in the palace, he politely requested the fakir, “Oh holy sir! This is a palace and not an ashram or Dharamshala. It is not right if you feel that you can sit anywhere you feel and start meditating.”

The fakir looked at the Emperor and asked him in a very polite tone,” Maharaj, who lived here in this palace before you?”

“First it was my grandfather, then my father and now I am living in this great palace”.

Akbar replied, “And after me, my sons, my grandsons, and my great-grandsons too will stay here.”

“Hmm that is it !” the fakir exclaimed. This means one person comes and another goes. Then don’t you think it is a Dharamshala? So, in the same way, this world is also a Dharamshala and we all are guests. We stay here for a while and then go away. Then new people come here to stay. So, it has no meaning when someone says that this house is mine and that is yours! You are foolish indeed to boastfully say that this is my palace!”

The Emperor was numb with the fakir’s explanation. After realizing Akbar all the lesson, the fakir removed his false beard and disguise. It was Birbal, who dressed as a fakir. Seeing the real appearance of fakir that it was Birbal himself, the Emperor was very pleased and praised him open-heartedly.

 

MoralWe must not show our ownership over the worldly things, instead we should be down to earth and be kind to others.

 

 

The Twisted Neck

 

Once Birbal said something to the Emperor. The Emperor was very much amazed at what Birbal said. He was amazed to the extent that he promised Birbal a reward of a large district. Birbal was very happy about it.

Quite a lot of time passed after the incident and yet there was no indication of completing the promise. Birbal also did not remind the Emperor about it.

But, one day Birbal finally decided to let the Emperor remind of his promise. So as planned, Birbal introduced the matter in his conversation. But, the Emperor did not pay any heed to what Birbal was pointing at. Instead, he twisted off his neck and ignored the matter on purpose.

Birbal got very much angry at this. However, he did not show his irritation and left from there quietly. 

One fine morning, Akbar and Birbal were walking through the garden. Suddenly, they saw a camel coming from the opposite direction. The Emperor looked at the camel and asked Birbal,” Tell me, why is the camel’s neck twisted?”

Birbal found it a chance and replied, “Maharaj, the camel must have promised someone to give him one district out of his kingdom!”

The Emperor quickly got to know what Birbal was pointing to. The very next day, he rewarded the promised one district to Birbal and finally fulfilled his promise.

 

Moral When you say you will do something and don’t do it, you teach others that you can’t be trusted.

 

 

The Guilt of the Thief

 

For the benefit of poor weavers of the kingdom, Emperor Akbar, once, collected a  huge amount of cotton. Then, he distributed it equally among them. Those poor weavers used to spin the yarn with a lot of effort to bring the woven articles back to the Emperor. In return, they were paid some salary. This was the sole income source for their livelihood.

As the weavers were so poor to buy cotton on their own, so the Emperor buys cotton for them. And it gives him profit also.

One day something strange happened. The cotton weighing was done. Though it was done properly, still it was less in quantity. The Emperor had appointed many senior officials to buy the cotton and for weighing it. But still, at the time of accounts closing at the end of the month, the cotton had reduced in quantity. The same type of practice had started happening every month on a regular basis. At last, the Emperor decided that he should close this cotton business. He announced it finally. As a result of this, the job of the poor weavers was lost. They started dying of hunger. 

Seeing the whole situation, Birbal went to the Emperor and said, “Jahanpanah! I can catch the cotton thief. But don’t close the cotton business. The poor will die.

The next day, Birbal called all the cotton agents to the court and told them,” The Emperor has closed down the cotton business.”

Hearing this, all of them got a shock wave. Now they got to realize that this would amount a great loss to them.

Birbal said to them, “We have found out everything about the thieves. We also know who all are involved in it. But, we won’t tell you the names and reveal their identity as it may lead to shame to them and disgrace in the court. These men hide cotton in their ‘Pagadis’. And, still move about freely. However, we will take care that they will be taken to task soon.”

Listening to this, all the agents who had the cotton in their ‘Pagadis’ looked at each other with fear. One of them could not control his fear and felt uncomfortable. He started adjusting his pagadi. In doing this, some cotton fell down. 

Birbal was watching all this very keenly. At once, Birbal pointed towards him and ordered the guards to capture the crooked agents. 

They arrested all the culprits and punished them severely.

The cotton business was revived again and all the weavers got back their jobs.

 

Moral There is a twig in the thief’s beard.

 

 

Two Neighbours

 

Once, in the city of Delhi, two women lived in the same building. They were, in fact, neighbors but hardly was anything in common between the two. Still, they were very friendly with each other.

One of them was very kind and honest. The other one was crooked and a liar. She always kept on underrating the good woman. But the kind lady never got angry upon her. In fact, she ignored all this. This made the crooked woman feel to tease her more.

One day, the crooked woman was burning so much with anger that she beat her son to death. Afterward, she realized her terrible mistake and thought of hiding the dead body of her son. She took the body and secretly placed it in her neighbor’s house.

She, then, went to the Emperor’s court and complained about the matter. She lodged this complaint against her neighbor that she had murdered her son. Birbal listened to the matter carefully. He summoned the kind woman and said to her, “This woman has complained to the court that you have committed her son’s murder. Is it true?”

The kind woman replied in a calm tone,” Your Majesty, someone else has killed the innocent child and has placed the dead body in my house. I don’t know anything about this.”

Birbal asked both the ladies to stay at court. He then sent the guards for further inquiries about them. The guards asked the people living in the same locality where both of them lived. They came to know that the accused lady is actually very kind and gentle and who has blamed her is a crooked lady.

Birbal was told all this. Birbal came out with a plan. He said to the accused lady,” If you haven’t done anything, then remove your clothes and stand in that corner.”

The kind lady replied, “Jahanpanah, I don’t care if I die today instead of tomorrow. I am not that afraid of death as of shamelessness and disgrace!”

Then, Birbal called the wicked woman and said the same to do.

To his astonishment, the wicked lady started undressing at once. Birbal was furious at this and stopped her from doing so. He understood that it was actually she who is the real culprit of the murder of the innocent boy.

She confessed to her crime after she was beaten black and blue. The Emperor was too very angry with her. In this way, the kind woman was released with full honor.

 

MoralNoble character is the best form of humanity, No evil deeds can sabotage kindness.

 

 

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