Saying ‘good!’ to me, they prepared gifts according to their capacity and means, and sought out one worthy of offerings.

As I was sitting I thought about what sort of gift would suit one worthy of offerings: ‘If I were to find a worthy recipient, what gift would i give?

I have no sesame or mung beans, no beans or rice or ghee. I feed only on grass, but that’s not something I can give.

If someone worthy of gifts comes, seeking alms near me, I shall give my own self: they shall not leave empty-handed.’

Knowing my thoughts, Sakka in the guise of a brahmin approached my lair in order to test my giving.

Seeing him I was elated, and said the following. ‘It is so good that you have come to me looking for food.

Today I shall give to you a fine gift never before given. You are furnished with virtue, unattached to harming others.

Come, light a fire, having gathered different sticks. I shall cook myself, you shall eat me roasted.’

‘Good!’ he said happily, and gathered different sticks. Building a great pyre, he placed an ember in the recess.

He lit such a fire there that would quickly grow big. Shaking my dusty limbs, I withdrew to one side.