On Candabhāgā River’s bank,
I was a kinnara back then.
I lived on flowers as my food
and dressed in clothes made of flowers.

But Atthadassi, Blessed One,
the World’s Best One, the Bull of Men,
departed through the forest’s roof,
like a swan-king flies through the air.

“Praise to you, O Well-Bred Person;
your heart is so well-purified.
Your complexion shows your pleasure;
your face shows your senses are clear.”

The Wise One, Great Intelligence,
having descended from the sky,
and spreading out his upper robe
sat on it, legs crossed together.

Carrying some sandalwood oil,
I went to the Victor's presence.
Happy, with pleasure in my heart,
I gave that oil to the Buddha.

Having worshipped the Sambuddha,
the World’s Best One, the Bull of Men,
experiencing great delight,
I departed facing the north.

In the eighteen hundred aeons
since I did sandalwood-pūjā,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of Buddha-pūjā.

In the fourteenth aeon ago
there were three people who lived then,
all known by the name Rohiṇi,
wheel-turning kings with great power.

The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
I have done what the Buddha taught!

Thus indeed Venerable Candanapūjaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Candanapūjaka Thera is finished.