I saw the Teacher’s robe of rags,
stuck up in the top of a tree.
Having pressed my hands together,
I lifted it up further still.

Having glimpsed it from far away
that robe filled me up with laughter.
Having pressed my hands together,
I brought my heart more pleasure still.

In the ninety-one aeons since
I obtained that perception then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
the fruit of perceiving Buddhas.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Hāsajanaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Hāsajanaka Thera is finished.