459. {462.} Citapūjaka

Walt 4869 When the Buddha was being burned,
Sikhi, the Kinsman of the World,
I offered the funeral pyre
eight sweet-smelling champak flowers. Verse 1

Walt 4870 In the thirty-one aeons since
I presented that flower then,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of worshipping pyres. Verse 2

Walt 4871 My defilements are now burnt up;
all new existence is destroyed.
Like elephants with broken chains,
I am living without constraint. Verse 3

Walt 4872 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! Verse 4

Walt 4873 The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
I have done what the Buddha taught! Verse 5

Thus indeed Venerable Citapūjaka Thera spoke these verses.

The legend of Citapūjaka Thera is finished.