On a Himalayan mountain,
I was a bark-clothed ascetic,
subsisting on unsalted leaves,
self-controlled in terms of my needs.

When my breakfast had been obtained,
Siddhattha Buddha approached me.
I gave that food to the Buddha,
feeling well-pleased by my own hands.

In the ninety-four aeons since
I gave him those leaves at that time,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of leaf-donations.

In the twenty-seventh aeon
there was a king, Yadatthiya,
a wheel-turning king with great strength,
possessor 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 Paṇṇadāyaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Paṇṇadāyaka Thera is finished.