Young Ajamila went into the forest for firewood and, for a moment, saw what he shouldn't have — a scene of drunken indulgence. He looked away. But he couldn't help it and looked again, just once. He gathered his wood and left. Too late: the poison had already entered his heart through the eyes. At home those images returned again and again, and he could think of nothing else. He tried to bury himself in work and duty — it didn't work. He recalled wise teachings — they didn't help. One glance, one second of "pleasure" — and his whole life went off the rails. Śrī Prem Prayojan Prabhu shows the law: enjoyment that enters as sweetness far too often stays inside as venom.