[The Chorus or the Poet:] To the meeting place the gambler hastens. shall I win? he asks himself, hoping and trembling. But the throws of the dice ruin his hopes, giving the highest scores to his opponent.
Rig Veda X, 34, 6
Dice, believe me, are barbed: they prick and they trip, they hurt and torment and cause grievous harm. To the gambler they are like children’s gifts, sweet as honey, but they turn on the winner in rage and destroy him.
Rig Veda X, 34, 7
Fifty-three strong, this band jumps playfully, like Savitri, the God whose statutes are true. They pay no heed to the anger of the powerful; the king himself pays heed to them.
Rig Veda X, 34, 8
’Into blinding darkness enter those who worship ignorance; into a greater darkness than that, as it were, enter those who are devoted to knowledge.’
Yajur Veda, Brihadaranyaka Upanishad IV, IV-Death and the Hereafter, 10
’Cheerless indeed are those worlds covered with blinding darkness. To them after death go those people who are ignorant and unwise.’
Yajur Veda, Brihadaranyaka Upanishad IV, IV-Death and the Hereafter, 11
