The son of Sālavatī, But the child of Abhaya; Because the boy lived, He was called Jīvaka. He went to Takkasilā, Having learned, a great physician; A seven-year illness, He cured by nose treatment. The king’s hemorrhoids, Applied ointment; Attended on me and the harem, And the Buddha and the Sangha. And the merchant of Rājagaha, Treated the twisted gut; The great illness of Pajjota, He cured with a drink of ghee. And service, valuable cloth, Full of, he oiled; With three handfuls of water-lily flowers, Thirty purgings exactly. He asked for a blameless favor, And he received the valuable cloths; And robes given by householders, Was allowed by the Buddha. In Rājagaha, in the country, Many robes were given; A fleecy robe, and silken, Woolen fleecy robe, valuable Kāsi cloth. And various kinds, contented, Didn’t wait, and did wait; First, after, together, And agreement, took it back. Storeroom, and not looked after, And just so they dismissed; Much, and racket, How should one distribute, what should one give.