A garden was planted by me
for Siddhattha, the Blessed One.
When birds were roosting in the trees
and they’d come to produce thick shade,
I saw the Buddha, Stainless One,
Sacrificial Recipient.
I brought the Best One in the World,
the Bull among Men, to the garden.

Happy, and with a happy heart,
I gave fruits and flowers to him,
and with the pleasure born of that,
I made the formal donation.

That which I gave to the Buddha,
with a mind that was very clear,
was reborn as great fruit for me while
I was reborn in existence.

In the ninety-four aeons since
I gave him that gift at that time,
I’ve come to no know bad rebirth:
the fruit of giving a garden.

In the thirty-seventh aeon
were seven Mudusītalas,
wheel-turning monarchs with great strength,
possessors 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 Ārāmadāyaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Ārāmadāyaka Thera is finished.