Divine Music Administration

Your mouth tastes drunk, a syrup sickly sting in the
Back seat. Young and immortal and free
I'm the dauphin in the capital city with you

But by the end of this royal road I'll have to
Leave, step out of the sedan chair and breathe:
It's final call for this world of dissipation, carnal until
The sacrifice

No, I can't give it up
This fast lust I fast from
To purify the wealth of the nation

The visions come at once as I begin the first of
Three days of monkish celibacy
I try to hold on, but the dripping permutations remain
Behind my eyes...

I tremble as I recall how I tried each thing
Each joy that spoils so saccharine sweet
Count to the chime: bells under skin as lustrous as pearls
Divine music of this soon-fallen world...

(Son of heaven, still chained to the earth)

Oh, I can't give it up
This fast lust I fast from
To purify the wealth of the nation