The hero of this story was one day walking along with a vessel of
oil upon his head. As he walked he kept thinking of the future.
"I will sell the oil, and with the money I shall buy a goat, and then
I shall sell the kids, and then I shall buy a cow, and sell the milk,
till I get a large sum of money; then I shall buy a pair of buffaloes,
and a field, and plough the field, and gain more money, and build
myself a house, and marry a wife, and have many sons and daughters. And
when my wife comes to call me to dinner, I'll say: 'Dhur, away! I'll
come when 1 think fit!'" and with that he held up his head suddenly,
and away fell the chattie with the oil, and it was all spilt.
This upset Sheik Chilli so much that he began to yell: "I have lost
my goats, I have lost my cows, I have lost my buffaloes, and my house,
and my wife and children."
That such dire calamity should befall a man caused great pity, so
the bystanders took Sheik Chilli to the Rajah, who asked him how it
had all happened.
When he heard the story he laughed, and said: "This boy has a good
heart, let him be given a reward to compensate him for the loss of
his oil."