"Reproach your elder brother, the wicked gambler, by whose deed I have come to this endless grief. Who but a wicked gambler would stake a kingdom and all his possessions, together with himself, only to be exiled? Had he played morning and evening for a thousand nishkas and other valuable wealth, even for many years, gold, silver, garments, carriages, draft-cattle, goats, sheep, and herds of horses and mules would never have come to ruin. But this man, cast down from his glory by a mere word about a game of dice, sits in silence like a fool, brooding over his own deeds. He whom ten thousand lotus-marked elephants in golden garlands once followed now lives by gambling. Hundreds of thousands of men of measureless might once served that great king Yudhishthira in Indraprastha. A hundred thousand slave-women, vessels in hand, fed his guests day and night in his kitchen. This best of givers, who once bestowed thousands of nishkas, is now overtaken by the great calamity born of gambling."