I saw the World-Chief setting out
like the rising hundred-rayed sun,
like the mid-day yellow-rayed sun,
like the moon on the fifteenth day.

There were sixty-eight thousand monks,
who’d all destroyed the defilements,
surrounding the Sambuddha then,
the Biped-Lord, the Bull of Men.

After I had swept that road for
the World-Leader, the Charioteer,
I then raised up a banner there,
with a mind that was very clear.

In the ninety-one aeons since
I offered that banner to him,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of giving banners.

In the fourth aeon after that
I was a king with great power,
who was famous as Sudhaja
and was endowed with every sign.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Vīthisammajjaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Vīthisammajjaka Thera is finished.