[315. Pupphâsaniya1]

The golden-colored Sambuddha,
just like the hundred-raying sun,
was traveling near by [to me],
Siddhattha, the Unconquered One. (1) [2787]

Going out to meet [the Buddha,]
having [him] enter [my] ashram,
I gave [him] a seat of flowers,
with a mind that was very clear. (2) [2788]

Pressing both my hands together,
at that time I was overjoyed.
Pleasing my heart in the Buddha,
I turned that karma to [my] use. (3) [2789]

I’m pure in the dispensation
because of all that wholesomeness,2
the merit made by me in the
Unconquered One, the Self-Become. (4) [2790]

In the ninety-four aeons since
I gave that floral seat back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
the fruit of giving floral seats. (5) [2791]

The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
[I have] done what the Buddha taught! (6) [2792]

Thus indeed Venerable Pupphâsaniya Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Pupphâsaniya Thera is finished.

  1. “Flower-Seat-er”

  2. sabbena tena kusalena