Atharva Veda 7.50: A gambler's prayer for success in gaming

As evermore the lightning flash strikes, irresistible, the tree, So, irresistible, may I conquer the gamblers with the dice.

From every side, from hale and sick, impotent to defend them-selves, May all the fortune of the folk as winnings pass into my hands.

I pray to Agni, him who guards his treasure: here, won by homage, may he pile our winnings.
As 'twere with racing cars I bring my presents: duly with reverence, let me laud the Maruts.

With thee to aid us may we win the treasure: do thou assist our side in every battle.
Give us wide room and easy way, O Indra; break down, O Maghavan, the foemen's valour.

I have completely cleaned thee out, won from thee what thou keptest back.
As a wolf tears and rends a sheep, so do I tear thy stake away.

Yea, by superior play one gains advantage: in time he piles his spoil as doth a gambler.
He overwhelms with wealth's inherent powers the devotee who keeps not back his riches.

May we all, much-invoked! repel with cattle want that brings sin, hunger with store of barley.
May we uninjured, first among the princes, obtain possessions by our own exertions.

My right hand holds my winnings fast, and in my left is victory.
I would that I were winner of cattle and horses, wealth and gold.

Dice, give me play that bringeth fruit as 'twere a cow with flowing milk!
And, as the bowstring binds, the bow, unite me with a stream of gains.