On a Himalayan mountain,
wearing a rough deer-leather robe,
with fruit in hand, I saw Phussa,
Best Victor, and gave him the fruit.

That fruit which I gave to him then
with a mind that was very clear,
came into being as fruit for me
transmigrating in existence.

In the ninety-two aeons since
I gave that fruit to him back then,
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 Phaladāyaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Phaladāyaka Thera is finished.