At that time I was a brahmin,
known by the name of Ajita.
Wishing to do a sacrifice,
I’d gathered various flowers.

After seeing the burning pyre,
of Sikhi, Kinsman of the World,
gathering those flowers again
I strew them on that burning pyre.

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

In the twenty-seventh aeon
hence, there were seven lords of men.
They were named Supajjalita,
wheel-turning kings 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 Citapūjaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Citapūjaka Thera is finished.