The Sambuddha named Vessabhu,
the third Sage born in that aeon,
plunging into a forest grove
lived there, the Ultimate Person.

Taking some lotus roots and stems,
I went into Buddha’s presence
and gave that food to the Buddha
feeling well- pleased by my own hands.

And feeling the touch of the hand
of Vessabhu the One Most Wise,
I was happy beyond compare;
could anything ever top that?

My final life is taking place;
all existence is now destroyed.
When I was an elephant king
I planted wholesome seeds back then.

In the thirty-one aeons since
I did that good karma back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of a lotus root.

In the thirteenth aeon ago
there were sixteen lords of people,
kings all known as Samodhāna
wheel-turning monarchs with great strength.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Bhisadāyaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Bhisadāyaka Thera is finished.