“Son of the Buddha and his heir is he,
Great Kassapa, master of self, serene!
The vision of far, bygone days is his,
Ay, heaven and hell no secrets hold for him.
Death too of rebirth hath he won, and eke
A seer is he of mystic lore profound.
By these three arms of learning doth he stand
Thrice-wise, ’mong gods and men elect, sublime.
She too, Bhaddā the Kapilan—thrice-wise
And victor over death and birth is she—
Bears to this end her last incarnate frame,
For she hath conquered Mara and his host.
We both have seen, both he and I, the woe
And pity of the world, and have gone forth.
We both are Arahants with selves well tamed.
Cool are we both, ours is Nibbana now!”