I paid reverence at the stupa
of Sikhi, Kinsman of the World,
with a trumpet flower that had been
thrown away on the great highway.

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 stupa-pūjā.

In the fifteenth aeon ago
the Kṣatriyan named Bhūmiya
was a wheel-turner with great strength,
possessor of the seven gems.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Nāgasamāla Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Nāgasamāla Thera is finished.