“For a hundred thousand eons and four incalculable ages, all my conduct in that period ripens in awakening.

Setting aside my conduct in past eons through different lives, I shall speak of my conduct in this eon, hear me.

When I lived having plunged into the formidable jungle of empty thickets and glades, my name was Akitti the mortifier.

Then, burned by the fires of my mortification, the sovereign of the Third Heaven, came to me for alms in the form of a brahmin.

I had gathered leaves from the forest without oil or salt, and seeing him standing at my door, I placed them in his pot.

After giving him the leaves I turned over my plate, and having given up on seeking more food, I entered my hut of leaves.