Hail Vessabhū, cleansed and fervent! Hail Kakusandha, crusher of Māra’s army! Hail Koṇāgamana, the brahmin who has lived the life! Hail Kassapa, everywhere free! Hail Aṅgīrasa, the glorious Sakyan! He taught this Dhamma that casts aside all suffering. Those in the world who are quenched, truly discerning, not backbiters; such people being great of heart and intrepid, revere that Gotama; he who is helpful to gods and humans, accomplished in knowledge and conduct, great of heart and intrepid.

Where rises the sun—Aditi’s child, the great orb—with whose rising night’s umbra also ends, and of whom, when sun has risen, it is said to be the day—there is a deep lake, an ocean of flowing waters. That’s how they understand that lake there, as an ocean of flowing waters. From here that is the eastern quarter, so the people say. That quarter is warded by a great king, glorious, the lord of the centaurs; his name is Dhataraṭṭha. He delights in song and dance, honored by the centaurs. And he has many mighty sons all of one name, so I’ve heard. Eighty, and ten, and one—all of them named Indra.