I saw the golden Sambuddha,
like the risen hundred-rayed sun,
surveying all the directions,
while he traveled up in the sky.

Noticing some winter cherry,
well spread out and blossoming there,
plucking a flower from that tree,
I then offered it to Phussa.

In the ninety-two aeons since
I offered that flower to him,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of Buddha-pūjā.

In the seventeenth aeon hence
there were three men named Pupphita,
wheel-turning kings with great power,
possessors 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 Kuṭajapupphiya Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Kuṭajapupphiya Thera is finished.