A History of Indian Literature v1.c8.s2.225

v1.c8.s2.225

“The dice attract the gambler, but deceive and wound,
Both paining men at play and causing them to pain.
Like boys they offer first and then take back their gifts :
With honey sweet to gamblers by their magic charm. [7]

Downward they roll, then swiftly springing upward,
They overcome the man with hands, though handless.
Cast on the board like magic bits of charcoal,
Though cold themselves, they burn the heart to ashes.” [9]