On a Himalayan mountain
I was a bark-clothed ascetic.
Having ascended the walkway
I was seated facing the east.Then having seen the Well-Gone-One,
Phussa, Lover of Altered States,
on the mountain, I pressed my hands
and pleased my heart in Buddha’s rays.In the ninety-two aeons since
I obtained that perception there,
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.