Walt 2969 The Sambuddha named Vipassi,
the World’s Best, the Bull among Men,
dwelt in the monks’ hermitage then,
together with the arahants. Verse 1Walt 2970 Vipassi, Leader of the World,
went out from the hermitage door
with those devoid of defilements,
who numbered eight hundred thousand. Verse 2Walt 2971 I was then dressed in a deer-hide,
and also wore clothes made of bark.
Carrying safflower water,
I came up to the Sambuddha. Verse 3Walt 2972 Bringing pleasure to my own heart,
happy, my hands pressed together,
taking the safflower water,
I sprinkled it on the Buddha. Verse 4Walt 2973 Due to that deed, the Sambuddha
known by the name Supreme Lotus,
after praising that deed of mine,
went according to his wishes. Verse 5Walt 2974-2975There 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. Verse 6-7Walt 2976 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.” Verse 8Walt 2977 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. Verse 9Walt 2978 My existence is opened up,
my defilements are all burnt up,
all the outflows are now destroyed:
that is the fruit of giving drops. Verse 10Walt 2979 My rain smells like it’s sandalwood,
and it diffuses such fragrance.
My body odor’s also sweet;
a small room is permeated. Verse 11Walt 2980 A divine fragrance is diffused
to people who have good karma.
After smelling that scent they know,
“Phussita has come to this place.” Verse 12Walt 2981 Branches, leaves, sticks, even grasses,
throughout the world it’s as though plants,
recognizing what I’m thinking,
in an instant produce fragrance. Verse 13Walt 2982 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. Verse 14Walt 2983 The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
I have done what the Buddha taught! Verse 15
Thus indeed Venerable Phussitakammiya Thera spoke these verses.
The legend of Phussitakammiya Thera is finished.