478. {481.} Paṁsukūlasaññika

The Blessed One named Tissa was
a Self-Become One, Foremost Man.
Leaving behind his robe of rags,
the Victor entered his dwelling.

Taking my bow which had been stretched,
wandering for the sake of food,
with a circular sword as well,
I entered into the grove then.

There I saw the Buddha’s rag-robe,
stuck up in the top of a tree.
Throwing down the bow right there,
having pressed my hands on my head,

happy, with pleasure in my heart,
and with a huge amount of joy,
remembering the Best Buddha,
I worshipped his robe of rags then.
In the ninety-two aeons since
I worshipped that rag-robe back then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that is the fruit of worshipping.

My defilements are now burnt up;
all new existence is destroyed.
Like elephants with broken chains,
I am living without constraint.

Being in Best Buddha’s presence
was a very good thing for me.
The three knowledges are attained;
I have done what the Buddha taught!

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

Thus indeed Venerable Paṁsukūlasaññika Thera spoke these verses.