Seeing this marvel, so astonishing and hair-raising, Maddī, beautiful in every limb, exclaimed in celebration:

‘Such a marvel in the world, so astonishing and hair-raising, due to the power of Vessantara, the trees bent down of their own accord.’

Native spirits, out of compassion, shortened the path, so that on the very day they set out, they arrived at the kingdom of Ceta.

Sixty thousand kings were living at Mātula then. All raised their cupped palms, and approached, weeping.

There they held conversation with the folks of Ceta and their children. Then, leaving that place, they arrived at Crooked Mountain.

The lord of gods addressed Vissakamma of great psychic power: ‘Build a hermitage, well-made and delightful, with a hall of leaves.’

After hearing Sakka’s words, Vissakamma of great psychic power built a hermitage, well-made and delightful, with a hall of leaves.

Having plunged into the forest, quiet and undisturbed, we four persons lived there in the mountains.

Myself and Queen Maddī, with both Jāli and Kaṇhājinā, dispelling each other’s sorrow lived then in that hermitage.

While caring for the children, I was not idle in the hermitage. Maddī gathered fruit, and provided for three people.