Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1My homage to the strong, the brown, the sovran lord among
Butter on Kali I bestow: may he be kind to one like me.
2Bear butter to the Apsarases, O Agni, and to the Dice bear dust
and sand and water.
The Gods delight in both oblations, joying in sacrificial gifts
3The Apsarases take pleasure in the banquet between the Sun and.
With butter let them fill my hands, and give me, to be my prey,
the man who plays against me.
4Evil be mine opponent's luck! Sprinkle thou butter over us.
Strike, as a tree with lightning flash, mine adversary in the game.
5The God who found for us this wealth for gambling, to cast the
dice and count the winning number,
May he accept the sacrifice we offer, and with Gandharvas revel
in the banquet.
6Fellow-inhabitants, such is your title, for Dice with looks of
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As such with offerings may we serve you, Indus! May we have
riches in our own possession.
7As I invoke the Gods at need, as I have lived in chastity,
May these, when I have grasped the Dice, the brown, be kind to
one like me.