I saw the Buddha, Stainless One,
the Flood-Crosser, Undefiled One,
sitting down on a mountainside,
shining like a dinner-plate tree.

Seeing wild mangosteen in bloom,
I broke off sprigs with fruit on them.
Happy, my heart filled with pleasure,
I gave them to him, Vessabhu.

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

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

Thus indeed Venerable Tiṇḍukaphaladāyaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Tiṇḍukaphaladāyaka Thera is finished.