Close to the Himalayan range,
there’s a mountain, Bhūtagaṇa.
There I saw a robe made of rags,
stuck up in the top of a tree.

At that time I then scattered there
three lovely kiṅkhaṇi flowers.
Happy, and with a happy heart,
I did pūjā to that rag-robe.

In the thirty-one aeons since
I did that good karma back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that is the fruit of three flowers.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Tīṇikiṅkhaṇikapūjaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Tīṇikiṅkhaṇikapūjaka Thera is finished.