On Candabhāgā River’s bank,
I was going with the current.
I saw the Spotless One, Buddha,
like a regal sal tree in bloom.

Happy, with pleasure in my heart,
taking a timira flower
to the Supreme Pacceka-Sage,
I strew it on that Buddha’s head.

In the ninety-one aeons since
I did pūjā with that flower,
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 Timirapupphiya Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Timirapupphiya Thera is finished.