On a Himalayan mountain
I was residing formerly.
Wearing deer-leather outer robes
I dwelt upon that mountain then.I saw the golden Sambuddha
who had gone into the forest.
He was like the hundred-rayed sun,
like a regal sal tree in bloom.Having pleased my heart in the rays
of Vipassi, the Sage so Great,
pressing hands together, squatting,
I worshipped him bowing my head.In the ninety-one aeons since
I did that good karma back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of perceiving rays.The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
I have done what the Buddha taught!
Thus indeed Venerable Raṁsisaññaka Thera spoke these verses.
The legend of Raṁsisaññaka Thera is finished.