Back then I was a rich man’s son,
delicate, living in comfort.
Putting a trumpet flower in
my lap I then took it to him,
the Gold-Colored One, Sambuddha,
traveling through the market-place,
bearing the marks of a Great Man,
like a festoon work made of gold.Happy, and with a happy heart,
with the flower I performed pūjā
to Tissa, the World-Knower, Lord,
having worshipped the God of Men.In the ninety-two aeons since
I did that good karma back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of flower-pūjā.Sixty-three aeons ago the
king known as Abhisammata
was a wheel-turner with great strength,
possessor of the seven gems.The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
I have done what the Buddha taught!
Thus indeed Venerable Pāṭalipupphiya Thera spoke these verses.
The legend of Pāṭalipupphiya Thera is finished.