Gambling (By St. Thiruvalluvar) - Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
931.Though capable to win, don’t like to play gambling.
your gain likens the baited hook gulped by the fish.
932.Is there a way to the gambler who wins one but loses
a hundred to live with virtue and pleasure?
933.If a gambler rolls the dice, yelling the gain from it,
His income will cease from him to be with the other.
934.Gambling wreaks all the woes, brings ill repute
And nothing else is there to bring utter poverty.
935.If you don’t leave gambling, being proud of it, the hall
and the gambling art, poor you’re, though own something.
936.The gambler gulped by the gambling goddess of misfortune
Never eats full in this birth and suffers in the next.
937.If one spends time in the gambling hall, it ruins
One’s ancestral wealth and character good.
938.Gambling wastes wealth and makes one false,
spoils grace and tumbles one down to misery.
939.When a gambler is intent on gambling, his clothes, wealth
Food, fame and learning, all he will lose.
940.The more a gambler loses, the more he throws the dice,
As the soul afflicted covets to live long on earth.
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