“Punāparaṁ yadā homi, magadhe vaṭṭapotako;“Then again when I was a baby quail in Magadha, Ajātapakkho taruṇo, maṁsapesi kulāvake.I was young, with wings unsprouted, just a scrap of meat in the nest.

Mukhatuṇḍakenāharitvā, mātā posayatī mamaṁ;
Mukhatuṇḍakenāharitvā → mukhatuṇḍenāharitvā (bj); mukhatuṇḍakena āharitvā (sya1ed, sya2ed)With food she brought in her beak my mother nurtured me. Tassā phassena jīvāmi, natthi me kāyikaṁ balaṁ.I survived through her touch, for I had no physical strength.

Saṁvacchare gimhasamaye, davaḍāho padippati;
davaḍāho → davadāho (sya1ed, sya2ed); vanadāho (mr)One year, in the hot season, the forest caught fire. Upagacchati amhākaṁ, pāvako kaṇhavattanī.It came toward us, a conflagration with a blackened trail.

Dhamadhamāiti evaṁ, saddāyanto mahāsikhī;The fire roared and rumbled with great crests of flame, Anupubbena jhāpento, aggi mamamupāgami.gradually burning closer to me.

Aggivegabhayātītā, tasitā mātāpitā mama;Alarmed and terrified at the fierce fire, my mother and father Kulāvake maṁ chaḍḍetvā, attānaṁ parimocayuṁ.abandoned me in the nest, saving themselves.

Pāde pakkhe pajahāmi, natthi me kāyikaṁ balaṁ;I beat my feet and wings, but I had no physical strength. Sohaṁ agatiko tattha, evaṁ cintesahaṁ tadā.When unable to leave, I thought this there:

‘Yesāhaṁ upadhāveyyaṁ, bhīto tasitavedhito;‘Those to whom I ought to run, scared and trembling with fear, Te maṁ ohāya pakkantā, kathaṁ me ajja kātave.have escaped, leaving me behind. how should I act today?

Atthi loke sīlaguṇo, saccaṁ soceyyanuddayā;There is the quality of virtue in the world, truth, purity, and mercy. Tena saccena kāhāmi, saccakiriyamuttamaṁ.By this truth I will make a supreme declaration of truth.’

Āvejjetvā dhammabalaṁ, saritvā pubbake jine;Inspired by the power of Dhamma, recollecting the former Victors, Saccabalamavassāya, saccakiriyamakāsahaṁ.relying on the power of truth, I made a declaration of truth.

Santi pakkhā apatanā, santi pādā avañcanā;‘I have wings that do not fly! I have feet that do not walk! Mātāpitā ca nikkhantā, jātaveda paṭikkama’.Mother and father have fled! jātaveda the fire: go back!’

Sahasacce kate mayhaṁ, mahāpajjalito sikhī;As I declared this truth the great crested flames Vajjesi soḷasakarīsāni, udakaṁ patvā yathā sikhī;withdrew sixteen leagues, as if they had come to water. Saccena me samo natthi, esā me saccapāramī”ti.There is no one to equal my truthfulness: this is my perfection of truth.”

Vaṭṭapotakacariyaṁ navamaṁ.
Vaṭṭapotakacariyaṁ → vaṭṭakapotakacariyaṁ (sya1ed, sya2ed)