The Buddha to Kakuttha’s river came,
Where cool and limpid flows the pleasant stream;
There washed in water clear his weary frame
The Buddha — he in all the world supreme!
And having bathed and drank, the Teacher straight
Crossed over, the bhikkhus thronging in his wake.

Discoursing holy truths, the Master great
Towards the Mango Grove his path did take.
There to the elder Cundaka he spoke:
“Lay down my robe, please, folded into four.”
Then the elder, swift as lightning stroke,
Hastened the Teacher’s bidding to obey.
Weary, the Lord then lay down on the mat,
And Cunda on the ground before him sat.
Maha-parinibbana Sutta