Plunged into the forest, the woods,
I cut down some bamboo back then.
Having taken a walking stick,
I gave it to the Assembly.Due to the pleasure in my heart,
honored with, “happiness to you!,”
having given that walking stick,
I departed, facing the north.In the ninety-four aeons since
I gave the monks that stick back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of giving a stick.The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
I have done what the Buddha taught!
Thus indeed Venerable Daṇḍadāyaka Thera spoke these verses.
The legend of Daṇḍadāyaka Thera is finished.