The deity of the Nimb-tree on hearing this uttered the third stanza:--

O Bo-tree, sure thou knowest not the secret of my fear;
I would not have the king's men find that wicked robber here.
They from my sacred tree, I know, straightway a branch would take,
And to requite the guilty wretch, impale him on a stake.

[35] And while the two sylvan deities were thus conversing together, the owners of the property, following on the trail of the robber, with torches in their hand, when they saw the place where he had been lying down said, "Lo! the robber has just risen up and fled from this place. We have not got him yet, but if we do, we will come back and either impale him at the foot of this Nimb-tree, or hang him from one of its branches."

And with these words rushing about hither and thither, and not finding the robber, they made off. And on hearing what they said the spirit of the Bo-tree uttered the fourth stanza

Beware a danger yet unseen: suspect before too late,
The wise e'en in this present world look to a future state.

The Master, when he had brought this lesson to an end, identified the Birth:

"At that time Sariputta was the Spirit of the Bo-tree. I myself was the Nimb-tree Spirit."