Rising up from meditation,
the Buddha approached me for alms.
Same as the cosmic mountain, he
was like the bearer of the earth.

Myrobalan and gooseberry,
mango, rose-apple, bahera,
jujube, markingnut, bel,
and the fruits of phārusaka—
all of that was given by me,
with a mind that was very clear,
to Siddhattha Buddha, Great Sage,
the Pitier of Every World.

In the ninety-four aeons since
I gave that fruit to him back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that is the fruit of giving fruit.

In the fifty-seventh aeon
hence lived a ruler, Ekajjha,
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 Phaladāyaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Phaladāyaka Thera is finished.