Splendid like an arjuna tree,
like a bull of the finest breed,
shining forth like the morning star,
the Bull of Men lit up the world.

Pressing both my hands together,
I worshipped Buddha, the Teacher.
Then I eulogized the Teacher,
delighted by my own karma.

Gathering some very clean sand,
I spread it on the path he took,
having carried it in my lap
for Vipassi Buddha, Great Sage.

With a mind that was very clear,
during the time for siesta,
I sprinkled one half of that sand
for the Biped Lord, Neutral One.

In the ninety-one aeons since
I sprinkled that sand at that time,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that is the fruit of giving sand.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Pulinapūjaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Pulinapūjaka Thera is finished.