My son was a renouncer then,
wearing a saffron-colored robe.
He had realized Buddhahood
and nirvana, Lamp of the World.

Finding out about my own son,
afterwards I went to that place,
I went to the funeral pyre
of the Great One who’d passed away.

Pressing my hands together there,
I worshipped the funeral pyre,
and taking a white umbrella
I raised it up there at that time.

In the ninety-four aeons since
I offered that white umbrella,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
the fruit of giving umbrellas.

In the twenty-fifth aeon hence
there were seven lords of people
whose names all were Mahārahā,
wheel-turning monarchs 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 Chattadāyaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Chattadāyaka Thera is finished.