Book, Hymn, Verse

1    2,   12, 4 | brood of demons,~Who, like a gambler gathering his winnings seized
2    2,   29, 4 |   chastised me as a sire the gambler.~Far be your nets, far,
3   10,   34, 10|                       10 The gambler's wife is left forlorn and
4   10,   34, 11|                11 Sad is the gambler when he sees a matron, another'
5   10,   34, 13|     cattle there thy wife, O gambler. So this good Savitar himself
6   10,   42, 9 |   wins advantage, when he, a gambler, piles his gains in season.~
7   10,   43, 5 |           5 As in the game a gambler piles his winnings, so Maghavan,