[78. Pāṭalipupphiya1]
Back then I was a rich man’s son,
delicate, living in comfort.
Putting a trumpet flower2 in
my lap I [then] took it to him,
the Gold-Colored One, Sambuddha,
traveling through the market-place,
bearing the marks of a Great Man,3
like a festoon work made of gold. (1-2) [1458-1459]
Happy, [and] with a happy heart,
with the flower I performed pūjā
to Tissa, the World-Knower, Lord,
having worshipped the God of Men. (3) [1460]
In the ninety-two aeons since
I did that [good] karma back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of flower-pūjā. (4) [1461]
Sixty-three aeons ago the
[king] known as Abhisammata
was a wheel-turner with great strength,
possessor of the seven gems. (5) [1462]
The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
[I have] done what the Buddha taught! (6) [1463]
Thus indeed Venerable Pāṭalipupphiya Thera spoke these verses.
The legend of Pāṭalipupphiya Thera is finished.