332. {335.} Phussitakammiya

The Sambuddha named Vipassi,
the World’s Best, the Bull among Men,
dwelt in the monks’ hermitage then,
together with the arahants.

Vipassi, Leader of the World,
went out from the hermitage door
with those devoid of defilements,
who numbered eight hundred thousand.

I was then dressed in a deer-hide,
and also wore clothes made of bark.
Carrying safflower water,
I came up to the Sambuddha.

Bringing pleasure to my own heart,
happy, my hands pressed together,
taking the safflower water,
I sprinkled it on the Buddha.

Due to that deed, the Sambuddha
known by the name Supreme Lotus,
after praising that deed of mine,
went according to his wishes.

There were five thousand scented drops,
which I offered to the Victor.
Because of twenty-five hundred,
I ruled over the world of gods;
because of twenty-five hundred,
I was a wheel-turning monarch;
due to the remaining karma,
I attained my arahantship.

When I am a king of the gods,
and likewise when a lord of men,
that very name’s assigned to me:
my name is always “Phussita.”

Whether I have become a god,
or likewise whether I’m a man,
it’s as though drops are raining forth
a fathom in all directions.

My existence is opened up,
my defilements are all burnt up,
all the outflows are now destroyed:
that is the fruit of giving drops.

My rain smells like it’s sandalwood,
and it diffuses such fragrance.
My body odor’s also sweet;
a small room is permeated.

A divine fragrance is diffused
to people who have good karma.
After smelling that scent they know,
“Phussita has come to this place.”

Branches, leaves, sticks, even grasses,
throughout the world it’s as though plants,
recognizing what I’m thinking,
in an instant produce fragrance.

In the hundred thousand aeons
since I did sandalwood-pūjā,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that is the fruit of giving drops.

The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
I have done what the Buddha taught!

Thus indeed Venerable Phussitakammiya Thera spoke these verses.