Sprung from tall trees on windy heights,These rollers transport me as they turn upon the table.
Dearer to me the die that never slumbers Than the deep draught of Mujavan's own Soma.
She never vexed me nor was angry with me,But to my friends and me was ever gracious.
Dearer to me the die that never slumbers Than the deep draught of Mujavan's own Soma.
She never vexed me nor was angry with me,But to my friends and me was ever gracious.
The gamester seeks the gambling-house, And wonders, his body all afire, Shall Ibe lucky?
Still do the dice extend his eager longing,Staking his gains against his adversary.
Dice, verily, are armed with goads anddriving-hooks,Deceiving and tormenting, causing grievous woe.
They give frail gifts and then destroy the man who wins,Thickly anointed with the player's fairest good.
Still do the dice extend his eager longing,Staking his gains against his adversary.
Dice, verily, are armed with goads anddriving-hooks,Deceiving and tormenting, causing grievous woe.
They give frail gifts and then destroy the man who wins,Thickly anointed with the player's fairest good.
