Encyclopaedia of Sanskrit subhāṣitas 133

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'In taking the lower lip won in dice you are the master; tell me, who are you to do more than bite it?'—thus, with brow-creeper arched in feigned anger,
repulsing my face that was restrained by her sweaty, tired hand-buds, the fawn-eyed maiden did that which had not been won even in the dice game.