Candakumāracariya

“Punāparaṁ yadā homi, ekarājassa atrajo; Nagare pupphavatiyā, kumāro candasavhayo.

“Then again when I was the true-born son of the One King in the city of flowers, Pupphavatī, I was called Prince Canda, the Moon.

Tadāhaṁ yajanā mutto, nikkhanto yaññavāṭato; Saṁvegaṁ janayitvāna, mahādānaṁ pavattayiṁ.

Then, released from being sacrificed, I fled the sacrificial enclosure. Giving rise to a sense of urgency, I performed a great offering.

Nāhaṁ pivāmi khādāmi, napi bhuñjāmi bhojanaṁ; Dakkhiṇeyye adatvāna, api chappañcarattiyo.

I did not drink, I did not eat, I did not enjoy any food for five or six days without offering to a worthy recipient.

Yathāpi vāṇijo nāma, Katvāna bhaṇḍasañcayaṁ; Yattha lābho mahā hoti, Tattha taṁ harati bhaṇḍakaṁ.

Suppose there was a merchant who had made a store of goods. They would take those goods to where they could make a large profit.

Tatheva sakabhuttāpi, pare dinnaṁ mahapphalaṁ; Tasmā parassa dātabbaṁ, satabhāgo bhavissati.

So too, even giving what one has used oneself to others is very fruitful. That is why what is to be given to others multiplies a hundredfold.

Etamatthavasaṁ ñatvā, demi dānaṁ bhavābhave; Na paṭikkamāmi dānato, sambodhimanupattiyā”ti.

Knowing the reason for this, I gave gifts in life after life. Aiming for awakening, I never backtracked from giving.”

Candakumāracariyaṁ sattamaṁ.