I saw the Teacher’s robe of rags,
stuck up in the top of a tree.
Having pressed my hands together
I worshipped the Buddha’s rag-robe.

In the thirty-one aeons since
I obtained that perception then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of Buddha-pūjā.

In the twenty-fifth aeon hence
there was one lord of the people
known by the name Amitābhā,
a wheel-turning king with great strength.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Ekasaññaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Ekasaññaka Thera is finished.