In the Himalayan region,
there’s a mountain named Lambaka.
The Sambuddha, Upatissa,
walked back and forth in open air.I was a deer-hunter back then,
within a grove in the forest.
Having seen that God among Gods,
the Self-Become, Unconquered One,
with a mind that was very clear,
I then gave a handful of grass
to the Greatest Sage, the Buddha,
so that he could sit down on it.Giving the God of Gods some more,
I brought pleasure to my own heart.
Saluting the Sambuddha, I
then departed, facing the north.Not long after, a king of beasts
injured me where I had traveled.
Being brought down by that lion,
I passed away right on the spot.Near when I did that karma for
the Best Buddha, the Undefiled,
quick like an arrow just released,
I went to the world of the gods.My lovely sacrificial post,
created by good karma there,
was mil-kaṇḍa cent-bheṇḍu large
made out of gold, covered in flags.Radiating its brilliant light,
like the risen hundred-rayed sun,
it’s crowded with divine maidens.
I greatly enjoyed myself there.Falling from the world of the gods,
incited by my wholesome roots,
coming back to the human state,
I attained my arahantship.In the ninety-four aeons since
I gave him a place to sit down,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
the fruit of a handful of grass.The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
I have done what the Buddha taught!
Thus indeed Venerable Tiṇamuṭṭhidāyaka Thera spoke these verses.
The legend of Tiṇamuṭṭhidāyaka Thera is finished.