The charm of the game of chausar is that whenever a winning throw is rolled, even if we call out for four, the dice carries us to five.

Here, the poet uses the traditional dice game of Chausar as an allegory for the unpredictable dance of fate and human desire. Striking a lucky roll ('pau padna') brings joy, yet even at the peak of our winning streak, destiny reminds us who is truly in charge—we plan for a four, but fate playfully nudges us to a five. It is a delightfully wry observation of life, reminding us that even our best fortunes come shaped by destiny's own whims rather than our precise plans.