In the past, in a forest grove,
I was a man who hunted deer.
There I saw Sambuddha Tissa
bearing the marks of a Great Man.2 (1) 
Pressing hands together for him,3
sitting down in that neighborhood
on a leaf-mat that was placed [there],
I then set off facing the east. (2) 
Just then a fallen lightening bolt
landed on the top of my head.
Again, as I lay there dying,4
I pressed both my hands together. (3) 
In the ninety-two aeons since
I pressed my hands together [then],
I’ve come to know no bad rebirth:
that’s the fruit of pressing my hands. (4) 
Four and fifty aeons [ago]
the [monarch] named Migaketu5
was a wheel-turner with great strength,
possessor of the seven gems. (5) 
The four analytical modes,
and these eight deliverances,
six special knowledges mastered,
[I have] done what the Buddha taught! (6) 
Thus indeed Venerable Ṭhitañjaliya Thera spoke these verses.
The legend of Ṭhitañjaliya Thera is finished.