In the Himalayan region,
there’s a mountain named Cāvala.
The Buddha named Sudassana
was living on the mountainside.

Taking Himalayan flowers,
I saw the Buddha, Stainless One,
the Flood-Crosser, the Undefiled,
traveling through the sky just then.

At that time I placed on his head
seven fragrant campaka blooms.
I offered them to the Buddha,
the Self-Become One, the Great Sage.

In the thirty-one aeons since
I did pūjā with those flowers,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of Buddha-pūjā.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Campakapupphiya Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Campakapupphiya Thera is finished.