[301. Padumakesariya[1]]
[I lived][2] in the Sage-assembly,[3]
a fierce mātaṅga[4] elephant.
Feeling pleasure for the Sages[5]
I sprinkled [some] lotus pollen.[6] (1) [2717]
Having pleased my heart among those
Best of Self-Enlightened Victors,
Devoid of Passions, Neutral Ones,
I joyed an aeon in heaven. (2) [2718]
In the ninety-one aeons since
I sprinkled that pollen back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of flower-pūjā. (3) [2719]
The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
[I have] done what the Buddha taught! (4) [2720]
Thus indeed Venerable Padumakesariya Thera spoke these verses.
The legend of Padumakesariya Thera is finished.
“Pink Lotus-Pollen-er” ↩︎
lit., “formerly,” “in the past;” pubbe ↩︎
isisaṅgha. Cty equates these Sages (isi) with Paccchchekabuddhas, as becomes explicit in v. 2 ↩︎
See #1, v. 25 [164]. Or glossary? ↩︎
mahesīnaŋ pasādena, lit., “because of [my] pleasure about/for the Great Sages.” xxx Could also read: “at the pleasure of the Great Sages” or “because it would be pleasing to those Great Sages.” Cty only stipulates that the Great Sages are Paccchchekabuddhas. ↩︎
cty explains that he sprinkled this reṇu (pollen, dust) of lotus flowers on the Paccchchekabuddhas, presumably whilst they were meditating. ↩︎