251 AC - 253 AC

After the untimely death of King Sanghatissa, the throne was succeeded by his younger brother among the three companions, Prince Sirisangabo, also known as Sirisangabo Kumaraya.
Although detailed accounts of this king’s works are not recorded, it is said that he built a Lahabat House at the Maha Vihara and ruled the kingdom calmly and righteously. Despite his mild and gentle governance, the king unexpectedly had to face several calamities.
First, because rains did not fall, a great drought occurred. The king, lying down in the royal courtyard, performed a sacrifice of his own life, praying for rain. As a result of his act of self-sacrifice, rain began to fall, and the country became prosperous once more.
Later, robbers and bandits began to trouble the land. The king captured them, explained their crimes, gave them the stolen goods back, and, in order to show that punishment had been given, displayed their bodies publicly to the people.
Although the king managed to suppress those disturbances, he was soon faced with an even more terrifying problem. A demon named Raktākshi arrived on the island, causing disease and death among the people and eating human flesh. Villages and fields were abandoned due to this terror. Yet King Sirisangabo overcame this demon through the power of righteousness (dharma bala).
Having heard of the demon’s arrival, the king made a firm resolution, took the eight precepts (ata-sil), and remained in fasting and meditation inside his hermitage. Through the radiance of the king’s moral virtue, the demon became afraid and came to the palace seeking the king. During their conversation, the king declared that he would never allow any of his subjects to be offered as sacrifice — if a life was needed, the demon could eat his own flesh instead.
When the demon said that he could not do such a thing but still wished for a sacrifice, the king allowed it to be done as he desired.
After these events, King Sirisangabo perceived that his mind had become detached from royal pleasures. He realized that the pomp of kingship, the endless matters of the court, and the burdens of ruling over others were obstacles to the peace he desired through the Dhamma. Therefore, one night, while the city slept, he quietly placed the royal diadem upon the throne, left his sword behind, and departed alone from the palace, determined to live the life of a recluse.
As dawn broke, the palace guards discovered that the king was missing. Great confusion arose in the city. The ministers gathered and searched every quarter but could not find him. In this turmoil, Gotabhaya, who had been commander of the army, proclaimed himself king and took possession of the throne.
Meanwhile, the true king, Sirisangabo, having left the royal city of Anuradhapura, walked southward through forests and villages until he reached a place called Attanagalla. There, he built a small leaf hut and lived a life of meditation and alms-gathering. He wore only garments made of bark and survived on fruits and roots collected from the forest. His heart was filled with compassion for all beings, and he spent his days in calm reflection.
Gotabhaya, having usurped the throne, feared that the people might restore Sirisangabo if they learned of his whereabouts. He therefore proclaimed throughout the island that whoever could bring the head of Sirisangabo would receive a great reward of gold.
One day, while the former king was seated in meditation near his hermitage, a poor peasant from another village, unaware of the true nobility of the recluse before him, came upon him and spoke:
“Holy one, I am destitute. The new king has promised a purse of gold to anyone who brings him the head of King Sirisangabo. Alas, I cannot find food for my children. What shall I do?”
Hearing this, the compassionate monarch smiled gently and said,
“Good man, do not grieve. I am he whom you seek. Take my head to the king, receive the gold, and thus feed your family. This act will not stain you with sin, for I offer my life willingly for your sake.”
The peasant was overcome with fear and sorrow, but the king reassured him. Then, taking a stone, Sirisangabo severed his own head and offered it to the man. The peasant, trembling, carried the head away. As he went, the earth quaked, thunder roared, and a rain of flowers descended from the sky.
When Gotabhaya learned of this marvel, he was filled with remorse and awe. He caused the sacred head of the late king to be placed in a crystal casket and enshrined it at the very spot where the sacrifice occurred. That place became known as Attanagalla, revered ever since as a site of supreme self-sacrifice and compassion.
After King Sirisangabo’s self-sacrifice at Attanagalla, the peasant who had taken the head went to Anuradhapura and presented it before King Gotabhaya. Seeing the lifeless yet serene face of his brother — radiant with peace even in death — Gotabhaya’s heart was shaken with grief and reverence. He realized the profound virtue and selflessness of Sirisangabo and repented deeply for his own ambition and cruelty.
He then commanded that the sacred head be placed in a crystal casket adorned with gold and precious gems. A magnificent stupa was built upon the very spot where the head had fallen. This shrine became known throughout the land as Attanagalla Chaitya, a monument to the boundless compassion and renunciation of a righteous king.
In later generations, many kings of Lanka restored and renewed this sacred shrine. Offerings of flowers, lamps, and food were made continually, and the place became a centre for pilgrimage and veneration. It was believed that those who visited the shrine with pure hearts would be freed from suffering and would gain peace in this life and beyond.
Chroniclers of the island praised King Sirisangabo as the highest example of a ruler who placed Dhamma above power. He ruled with kindness, relinquished his throne without anger, and gave even his life for the welfare of another. His story became a symbol of supreme sacrifice (parama dāna), retold for centuries in temples and scriptures as the purest expression of Buddhist virtue.
Thus ends the account of King Sirisangabo —
the king who conquered not by the sword, but by compassion;
who gave up a kingdom, yet gained immortality in the hearts of his people.