Kids’ favourite Hitopadesha Tales are here! Sawan’s 151 Hitopadesha Tales include famous stories of moral Hitopadesha tales from Indian culture. Read and enjoy with your children.📚🙏😊
“Sir,” said Long-Bill, narrating this to King Silver Plume, “I tried to tell the parrot that I wasn’t the wicked fellow! But he was not ready to trust me.” The parrot said that people who are wicked often speak very sweetly and then he told a story about a foolish man who trusted his wife’s
All the birds were going on a pilgrimage to the sea-shore to worship the King of Birds, Garuda. A quail decided to go along in the company of a crow. On the way, there was a cowherd walking along with a pot of curds on his head. The crow would swoop down and dip into
He was a kind-hearted bird, so he looked around to see how he could protect the traveller from the direct heat of the sun’s rays. He tried to hold a leafy twig to provide him with shade, but it was heavy and he couldn’t hold it for long. Besides, the sun was moving along the
Far away on the road to Ujjayini was a large tree on which a heron and a crow lived. One day, a traveller carrying a bow and arrows sat down to rest under the tree on his way to the city. He put down his bow and arrows and was so tired that he soon
King Jewel Plume appointed a parrot to go with Long-Bill to Karpuradweepa as his messenger. But the parrot objected. “Sir, I will go,” said the parrot, “but not with this wicked crane! It is said that bad things will happen even to good people if we accompany an evil person!” The King was not sure
Long-Bill told his King that he challenged the soldiers of Jambudweepa telling them that Silver Plume was the greatest King in the world. The angry soldiers took him to their King Jewel Plume and presented him as a wicked crane who was criticising their country and king. Long-Bill said he was from Karpuradweepa. A vulture
“Lord Moon is very angry, sir,” said the Old Hare. You have entered his lake and killed the hares. They are the guardians of his lake.” This worried King Elephant, who replied, “It was done by mistake, sir. We are very sorry, but we only wanted to drink water and crushed the hares without intending
The hares were in panic. They called a meeting and wondered how to deal with the herd of elephants. Finally an old hare said, “You leave it to me. Let me think. I’ll find some way to solve our problem.” The hares were puzzled how the Old One was going to find a solution. But
Long ago in a forest, there lived a herd of elephants. They had a lake where they would regularly drink and bathe. During one rainy season, however, there was very little rain. So, their lake became dry. The elephants needed a lot of water. Soon, they became desperate. So, they went to their king and
Long-Bill heard the King’s story but said, “I told them, Sir, that you will also become petty like a petty master if you serve him!” They asked the crane, “What do you mean?” “Haven’t you ever looked into trick mirrors? In them, a fat man will appear thin and a giant will look like a
Soon the washerman’s donkey began to look plump and healthy. He was not exhausted carrying his master’s loads on his rounds. The farmer to whom the corn fields belonged was not very happy. He would find his corn had been grazed every day. He began to keep watch at night, holding a stout cudgel. Soon
A washerman named Vilasa lived in Hastinapura. He had a donkey who carried his heavy loads. But the washerman never had enough to feed him. So, the poor donkey became weak. One day, Vilasa found a tiger’s skin lying on a road while he was on his rounds. He picked it up and then, slowly,
“There’s no point talking sense to stupid people, Sir,” said Long-Bill. He said the birds were very angry and pecked at him for daring to criticise their king. The crane, however, defended his words in praise of his own king and his kingdom. The soldiers of Jewel Plume abused him. But still, the crane held
The monkeys had been listening to the birds’ whispering among themselves and soon they caught the whispers. They were very upset and angry hearing the birds mocking them. “They are so proud of their nests! We’ll show them!” decided the vengeful monkeys. They waited for the rain to stop. Then they sat together and wondered
A shalmali tree stood on the banks of a canal flowing down to the Narmada river. In its hollows, weaver birds had nested, protected from the cold and rains. One day, a storm broke out. A troop of monkeys came to the tree looking for shelter from the downpour. The birds looked at the monkeys