On a Himalayan mountain
I was a bark-clothed ascetic.
Having ascended the walkway
I was seated facing the east.

Then having seen the Well-Gone-One,
Phussa, Lover of Altered States,
on the mountain, I pressed my hands
and pleased my heart in Buddha’s rays.

In the ninety-two aeons since
I obtained that perception there,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of perceiving rays.

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

Thus indeed Venerable Raṃsisaññaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Raṃsisaññaka Thera is finished.