I was a ruddy goose back then
along the Indus River’s bank,
subsisting [only] on white moss,
[and] well-restrained in terms of sins. (1) 
I saw the Buddha, Stainless One,
traveling across the sky [there].
Taking a sal blossom with my beak
I honored [Buddha] Vipassi. (2) 
He with faith in the Thus-Gone-One,
unshaking [and] well-established,
through [feeling] pleasure in [his] heart
will not go on to bad rebirth.2 (3) 
Being in Best Buddha’s presence
was a very good thing for me.
Good seeds have been planted by me
when I was a bird [way back then]. (4) 
In the ninety-one aeons since
I presented [him] that flower,
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of Buddha-pūjā. (5) 
There were eight men who had one name
which was Succharudassana.3
They were wheel-turners with great strength
[full] seventeen aeons ago. (6) 
The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
[I have] done what the Buddha taught! (7) 
Thus indeed Venerable Paccchchāgamanīya Thera spoke these verses.
The legend of Paccchchāgamanīya Thera is finished.