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Birbal: Raja Birbal (original name: Maheshdas Bhat) was the Grand Vizier in the Mughal court of emperor Akbar. He was part of Akbar's inner council of nice advisors, known as the navaratna. He is also one of Akbar's most trusted members and was appreciated for his wit and wisdom, often involving humorous exchanges with Akbar. He was the only person other than Akbar who was a Din-i-Ilahi believer.
Akbar: Jalaluddin Muhammad Akbar (Akbar the Great or Mahabali Shahanshah) was the son of Humayun, and the grandson of Babur, the ruler who founded the Mughal dynasty in India. At the end of his reign in 1605 the Mughal empire covered most of the northern and central India and was one of the most powerful empires of its age. During the early years of his reign, he had an intolerant attitude towards Hindus and the other religions, but he exercised great tolerance after he began marriage alliances with Rajput princesses. His administration included numerous Hindu landlords, courtiers and military generals. He treated these religious leaders with great consideration, irrespective of their faith, and revered them. He even founded the Din-i-Ilahi (Divine Faith), which included the teachings of all the major religions of the worldbut it amounted only to a form of personality cult for Akbar and started dissolving after his death.
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Birbal was the (Wazīr-e Azam) of the Mughal court in the administration of the Mughal emperor Akbar. He was one of his most trusted members along with being a part of Akbar's inner council of nine advisors, known as the navaratna, a Sanskrit word meaning nine jewels. Birbal was one of only a few persons other than Akbar that were Din-i-Ilahi believers.
Birbal's duties in Akbar's court were mostly military and administrative, but he was also a very close friend of the emperor, who appreciated Birbal for his wit and wisdom, often involving humorous exchanges. These and other stories have become part of a rich tradition of folklore and legend.
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The stories of Akbar and Birbal pertain to Mughal Emperor in India, Akbar the great (1542-1605) and one of his Nav Ratnas, Birbal. King could not complete his education but he knew the true value of intelligent and educated people so had many learned people in his court or darbar. Birbal was mostly concerned with administrative and military duties yet he was also known for his quick wit, wisdom and abundance of knowledge. He shared a great friendship with King Akbar and the latter was very fond of him. The tales of Akbar and Birbal have continued to delight children and adults alike across the country for generations. These tales are not only entertaining but also contain lots of lessons.
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Tale of Birbal 4
Akbar Birbal Stories 1 (The Sadhu)
Akbar came to the throne when he was only thirteen years old.
In the years that followed, he built on of the greatest empires
of his time. He lived in unimaginable splendor. He was surrounded
by courtiers who agreed with every word he said, who flattered him
and treated him as if he were a god. Perhaps it was not surprising that
Emperor Akbar was sometimes arrogant and behaved as if the whole
world belonged to him.
One day, Birbal decided to make the great emperor stop and think
about life.
That evening as the emperor was going towards his palace, he noticed
a Sadhu lying in the centre of his garden. He could not believe his eyes.
A strange Sadhu, in ragged clothes, right in the middle of the palace
garden? The guards would have to be punished for this, thought the
emperor furiously as he walked over to that Sadhu and prodded him
with the tip of his embroidered slipper.
"Here, fellow!" he cried. "What are you doing here? Get up and go
away at once!"
That Sadhu opened his eyes. Then he sat up slowly. "Huzoor," he said
in a sleepy voice."Is this your garden, then?"
"Yes!" cried the Emperor. "This garden those rose bushes, the
fountain beyond that, the courtyard, the palace, this fort, this empire,
it all belongs to me!"
Slowly that Sadhu stood up. "And the river, Huzoor? And the city?
And this country?"
"Yes, yes, it's all mine", said the emperor. "Now get out!"
"Ah", said the Sadhu. "And before you, Huzoor. Who did the garden
and fort and city belong to then?"
"My father, of course", said the emperor. In spite of his irritation, he
was beginning to get interested in the Sadhu's questions. He loved
philosophical discussions and he could tell, from his manner of speaking,
that the Sadhu was a learned man.
"And who was here before him?" the Sadhu asked quietly.
"His father, my father's father, as you know."
"Ah", said the Sadhu. So this garden, those rose bushes, the palace and
the fort all this has only belonged to you for your lifetime. Before that they
belonged to your father, am I right? And after yours time they will belong
to your son, and then to his son?
"Yes", said the Emperor Akbar wonderingly.
"So each one stays here for a time and then goes on his ways?"
"Yes."
"Like a dharmashala?" the Sadhu asked. "No one owns a dharmashala. Or the shade
of a tree on the side of a road. We stop and rest for a while and then go on. And
someone has always been there before us and someone will always come after
we have gone. Is that not so?"
"It is", Emperor Akbar quietly.
"So your garden, your palace, your fort, your empire... these are only places you will
stay in for a time, for the span of your lifetime. When you die, they will no longer belong
to you. You will go, leaving them in the possession of someone else, just as your
father did and his father before him."
Emperor Akbar nodded. "The whole world is a dharmashala", he said slowly, thinking
very hard. "In which we mortals rest awhile. That's what you are telling me, isn't it?
Nothing on this earth can ever belong to a single person, because each person is
only passing through the earth and must die one day?"
The Sadhu nodded solemnly. Then, bowing to the ground, he removed his white beard
and saffron turban and his voice changed. "Jahanpanah, forgive me!" he said, in his
normal voice. "It was my way of asking you to think about..."
"Birbal, oh, Birbal!" the emperor exclaimed. "You are wiser than any philosopher. Come,
come at once to the royal chamber and let us discuss this further. Even emperors are
but wayfarers on the path of life, it is clear!"
In the years that followed, he built on of the greatest empires
of his time. He lived in unimaginable splendor. He was surrounded
by courtiers who agreed with every word he said, who flattered him
and treated him as if he were a god. Perhaps it was not surprising that
Emperor Akbar was sometimes arrogant and behaved as if the whole
world belonged to him.
One day, Birbal decided to make the great emperor stop and think
about life.
That evening as the emperor was going towards his palace, he noticed
a Sadhu lying in the centre of his garden. He could not believe his eyes.
A strange Sadhu, in ragged clothes, right in the middle of the palace
garden? The guards would have to be punished for this, thought the
emperor furiously as he walked over to that Sadhu and prodded him
with the tip of his embroidered slipper.
"Here, fellow!" he cried. "What are you doing here? Get up and go
away at once!"
That Sadhu opened his eyes. Then he sat up slowly. "Huzoor," he said
in a sleepy voice."Is this your garden, then?"
"Yes!" cried the Emperor. "This garden those rose bushes, the
fountain beyond that, the courtyard, the palace, this fort, this empire,
it all belongs to me!"
Slowly that Sadhu stood up. "And the river, Huzoor? And the city?
And this country?"
"Yes, yes, it's all mine", said the emperor. "Now get out!"
"Ah", said the Sadhu. "And before you, Huzoor. Who did the garden
and fort and city belong to then?"
"My father, of course", said the emperor. In spite of his irritation, he
was beginning to get interested in the Sadhu's questions. He loved
philosophical discussions and he could tell, from his manner of speaking,
that the Sadhu was a learned man.
"And who was here before him?" the Sadhu asked quietly.
"His father, my father's father, as you know."
"Ah", said the Sadhu. So this garden, those rose bushes, the palace and
the fort all this has only belonged to you for your lifetime. Before that they
belonged to your father, am I right? And after yours time they will belong
to your son, and then to his son?
"Yes", said the Emperor Akbar wonderingly.
"So each one stays here for a time and then goes on his ways?"
"Yes."
"Like a dharmashala?" the Sadhu asked. "No one owns a dharmashala. Or the shade
of a tree on the side of a road. We stop and rest for a while and then go on. And
someone has always been there before us and someone will always come after
we have gone. Is that not so?"
"It is", Emperor Akbar quietly.
"So your garden, your palace, your fort, your empire... these are only places you will
stay in for a time, for the span of your lifetime. When you die, they will no longer belong
to you. You will go, leaving them in the possession of someone else, just as your
father did and his father before him."
Emperor Akbar nodded. "The whole world is a dharmashala", he said slowly, thinking
very hard. "In which we mortals rest awhile. That's what you are telling me, isn't it?
Nothing on this earth can ever belong to a single person, because each person is
only passing through the earth and must die one day?"
The Sadhu nodded solemnly. Then, bowing to the ground, he removed his white beard
and saffron turban and his voice changed. "Jahanpanah, forgive me!" he said, in his
normal voice. "It was my way of asking you to think about..."
"Birbal, oh, Birbal!" the emperor exclaimed. "You are wiser than any philosopher. Come,
come at once to the royal chamber and let us discuss this further. Even emperors are
but wayfarers on the path of life, it is clear!"
Akbir & Birbal Stories
There was a Mogul Emperor in India, Akbar The Great (1542-1605). His full name was Jalaludden Mohammed Akbar Padshah Ghazi and he ruled India from 1560 to 1605. He himself was illiterate, but he invited several learned people in his court. Among these people, nine were very famous and were called Nav Ratna (nine jewels of the Mogul Crown) of his court. Among these nine jewels, five people were more famous - Tansen, Todarmal, Abul Fazal, Maan Singh and Birbal.
1. Tansen ... A Great Singer
2. Dasvant ... A Great Painter
3. King Todarmal ... A Financial Wizard
4. Abdu us-Samad ... A Brilliant Calligrapher and Designer of Imperil Coins
5. Abul Fazal ... A Great Historian ( whose brother was Faizi )
6. Faizi ... A Great Poet
7. Mir Fareh-ullah Shirazi ... Financier,Philosopher,Physician & Astronomer
8. King Maan Singh ... A Great Man known for His Chivalry
9. Birbal ... A Great Man known for His Valuable Advice
Akbar's son Prince Sultan Salim, later known as Jehangir wrote that nobody could make out that Akbar was an illiterate. Akbar was a very hard-working King. It is also said about him that he slept only three hours a night.
Birbal (1528-1583) is surely one of the most popular figures in Indian history equally regarded by adults and children. Birbal's duties in Akbar's court were mostly administrative and military but he was a very close friend of Akbar too, because Akbar loved his wisdom, wit and subtle humor. He was a minister in the administration of Mogul Emperor Akbar and one of the members of inner council of nine advisors. He was a poet and an author too.
It is believed that he was a son of poor Braahman of Trivikrampur on the banks of River Yamuna. According to a popular legend, he died on an expedition toAfghanistan at the head of a large military force due to treachery. It is also said that when Birbal died, Akbar mourned him for several months.
The exchanges between Akbar and Birbal have been recorded in many volumes. Many of these have become folk stories in Indian tradition. Birbal's collection ofpoetry published under the pen name Brahm are preserved in Bharatpur Museum, Rajsthan, India.
Many courtiers were jealous with Birbal and often plotted for his downfall.
Tale Of Birbal
Emperor Akbar once ruled over India. He was a wise and intelligent ruler, and he had in his
court the Nine Gems, his nine advisors, who were each known for a particular skill. One of
these Gems was Birbal, known for his wit and wisdom. The story below is one of the examples
of his wit. Do you have it in you to find out the answer?
A farmer and his neighbour once went to Emperor Akbar's court with a complaint.
'Your Majesty, I bought a well from him,' said the farmer pointing to his neighbour, 'and now
he wants me to pay for the water.'
'That's right, your Majesty,' said the neighbour. 'I sold him the well but not the water!'
?The Emperor asked Birbal to settle the dispute.
How did Birbal solve the dispute?
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'Didn't you say that you sold your well to this farmer?' Birbal asked the neighbour. 'So, the
well belongs to him now, but you have kept your water in his well. Is that right? Well, in that
case you will have to pay him a rent or take your water out at once.'The neighbour realized
that he was outwitted. He quickly apologised and gave up his claim."
court the Nine Gems, his nine advisors, who were each known for a particular skill. One of
these Gems was Birbal, known for his wit and wisdom. The story below is one of the examples
of his wit. Do you have it in you to find out the answer?
A farmer and his neighbour once went to Emperor Akbar's court with a complaint.
'Your Majesty, I bought a well from him,' said the farmer pointing to his neighbour, 'and now
he wants me to pay for the water.'
'That's right, your Majesty,' said the neighbour. 'I sold him the well but not the water!'
?The Emperor asked Birbal to settle the dispute.
How did Birbal solve the dispute?
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'Didn't you say that you sold your well to this farmer?' Birbal asked the neighbour. 'So, the
well belongs to him now, but you have kept your water in his well. Is that right? Well, in that
case you will have to pay him a rent or take your water out at once.'The neighbour realized
that he was outwitted. He quickly apologised and gave up his claim."
Tales of birbal 2
Akbar Birbal Stories 2 (The True King)
The King of Iran had heard that Birbal was one of the
wisest men in the East and desirous of meeting him
sent him an invitation to visit his country.
In due course, Birbal arrived in Iran.
When he entered the palace he was flabbergasted
to find not one but six kings seated there. All looked
alike. All were dressed in kingly robes. Who was the real king?
The very next moment he got his answer. Confidently, he approached the king
and bowed to him.
"But how did you identify me?" the king asked, puzzled.
Birbal smiled and explained: "The false kings were all looking at you, while you
yourself looked straight ahead. Even in regal robes, the common people will always
look to their king for support."
Overjoyed, the king embraced Birbal and showered him with gifts.
Tales of birbal 3
Akbar Birbal Stories 1 (The Sharpest Shield and Sword)
A man who made spears and shields once came to Akbar's court.
"Your Majesty, nobody can make shields and spears to equal mine," he said. "My shields are so strong that nothing can pierce them and my spears are so sharp that there's nothing they cannot pierce."
"I can prove you wrong on one count certainly," said Birbal suddenly.
"Impossible!" declared the man.
"Hold up one of your shields and I will pierce it with one of your spears," said Birbal with a smile.
A man who made spears and shields once came to Akbar's court."Your Majesty, nobody can make shields and spears to equal mine," he said. "My shields are so strong that nothing can pierce them and my spears are so sharp that there's nothing they cannot pierce."
"I can prove you wrong on one count certainly," said Birbal suddenly.
"Impossible!" declared the man.
"Hold up one of your shields and I will pierce it with one of your spears," said Birbal with a smile.
