While dwelling amidst the mountains,
living off of food from the sea,
not wishing to fall backwards I
did make a donation, a box.

After giving a box of blooms
to Siddhattha, the Greatest Sage,
the Pitier of All Beings,
an aeon I joyed in heaven.

In the ninety-four aeons since
I gave that box to Buddha then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of giving a box.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Caṅgoṭakiya Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Caṅgoṭakiya Thera is finished.