Man:
Dear Deva, your divine elephant is all white. You are entertained with sweet music. Who are you, traveling on that white elephant in the sky? Are you a god, or a heavenly musician, or the god Sakka? We do not know who you are. We ask you. Tell us the answer.
Deva:
I am not the kind of god that you think, or a heavenly musician, or the god Sakka. I am a god of the Sudhamma clan.
Man:
Worshiping you, Sudhamma, I ask, what meritorious deed did you do to have been born among the Sudhamma gods?
Deva:
Three kinds of houses can be offered: a house made of sugar canes, a house made of grass, or a house made of cloth. Having offered one of these three houses, I was reborn among the Sudhamma gods.
