Why a man can have four wives while a woman
can not have more than one husband?
Once upon a time, there was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He
loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated
her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing
but the best. He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of
her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the
merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other
He loved his 2nd wife, too. She is a very considerate
person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante.
Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd
wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult
Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and
has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as
well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love
the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice
One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew
that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told
himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How
lonely I'll be!" Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed
you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that
I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"
"No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away
without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right into
the merchant's heart.
The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved
you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and
keep me company?"
"No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over
here! I'm going to remarry when you die!"
The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.
He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for
help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I
die, will you follow me and keep me company?"
"I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied
the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave."
The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant
Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll
follow you no matter where you go.
"The merchant looked up and there was his first
wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition.
Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better
care of you while I could have!"
We all have 4 wives in our lives. The 4th wife is
our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look
good, it'll leave us when we die.
Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth.
When we die, they all go to others.
The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No
matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the
furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.
The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our
pursuit of material wealth and sensual pleasure. It is actually the only
thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to
cultivate and strengthen it now rather than wait until we're on our
death bed to lament.