“Punāparaṁ yadā homi, ekarājassa atrajo;“Then again when I was the true-born son of the One King Nagare pupphavatiyā, kumāro candasavhayo.in the city of flowers, Pupphavatī, I was called Prince Canda, the Moon.

Tadāhaṁ yajanā mutto, nikkhanto yaññavāṭato;Then, released from being sacrificed, I fled the sacrificial enclosure. Saṁvegaṁ janayitvāna, mahādānaṁ pavattayiṁ.Giving rise to a sense of urgency, I performed a great offering.

Nāhaṁ pivāmi khādāmi, napi bhuñjāmi bhojanaṁ;I did not drink, I did not eat, I did not enjoy any food Dakkhiṇeyye adatvāna, api chappañcarattiyo.for five or six days without offering to a worthy recipient.

Yathāpi vāṇijo nāma, katvāna bhaṇḍasañcayaṁ;Suppose there was a merchant who had made a store of goods. Yattha lābho mahā hoti, tattha taṁ harati bhaṇḍakaṁ.
tattha taṁ → tattha naṁ (bj, pts-vp-pli2); tatth'āharati (pts-vp-pli1); tattha (mr)They would take those goods to where they could make a large profit.

Tatheva sakabhuttāpi, pare dinnaṁ mahapphalaṁ;So too, even giving what one has used oneself to others is very fruitful. Tasmā parassa dātabbaṁ, satabhāgo bhavissati.That is why what is to be given to others multiplies a hundredfold.

Etamatthavasaṁ ñatvā, demi dānaṁ bhavābhave;Knowing the reason for this, I gave gifts in life after life. Na paṭikkamāmi dānato, sambodhimanupattiyā”ti.Aiming for awakening, I never backtracked from giving.”

Candakumāracariyaṁ sattamaṁ.