Bringing water-born lotuses,
hundred-leafed, delighting the mind,
and making it, I offered a
floral umbrella to Buddha,
the Blessed One, Siddhattha,
the World’s Best One, the Neutral One,
when he was declaring the truth,
giving living beings succor.

And Siddhattha, World-Knower,
Sacrificial Recipient,
standing in the monks’ Assembly,
the Teacher spoke this verse for me:

“This one who pleased his heart in me
and made a floral umbrella,
due to that mental pleasure he
will not go to a bad rebirth.”

Having said this, the Sambuddha,
Siddhattha, Leader of the World,
taking leave of his retinue
rose up into the sky, the sky!

When the Man-God had risen up
the white umbrella also rose.
That unexcelled umbrella then
went in front of the Best Buddha.

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

In the seventy-fourth aeon
there were eight named Jalasikha,
wheel-turning monarchs with great power,
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 Pupphacchattiya Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Pupphacchattiya Thera is finished.