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Play not with dice: no, cultivate thy cornfield. Enjoy the gain, and deem that wealth sufficient. There are thy cattle, there thy wife, O gambler. So this good Savitar himself hath told me. Make me your friend: show us some little mercy. Assail us not with your terrific fierceness. Appeased by your malignity and anger, and let the dice snare some other captive. |
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Rig Veda X.34.13-14. Trans. Ralph T.H. Griffith, Delhi 1887 |
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