text_original: One shrub (how well I recall it!) was like unto the perfume of all the flowers and all the fruits, the very essence of the delicious languor of the place that made our steps to falter. A bird shot a bright flame of color through the checkered light ahead of us.
text_transcription: ONE SHRUB HOW WELL I RECALL IT WAS LIKE UNTO THE PERFUME OF ALL THE FLOWERS AND ALL THE FRUITS THE VERY ESSENCE OF THE DELICIOUS LANGUOR OF THE PLACE THAT MADE OUR STEPS TO FALTER A BIRD SHOT A BRIGHT FLAME OF COLOR THROUGH THE CHEQUERED LIGHT AHEAD OF US
phonemes: wˈʌn ʃɹˈʌb (hˌaʊ wˈɛl aɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːl ɪt!) wʌz lˈaɪk ˌʌntʊ ðə pˈɜːfjuːm ʌv ˈɔːl ðə flˈaʊɚz ænd ˈɔːl ðə fɹˈuːts, ðə vˈɛɹi ˈɛsəns ʌvðə dᵻlˈɪʃəs lˈæŋɡjuːɚɹ ʌvðə plˈeɪs ðæt mˌeɪd ˌaʊɚ stˈɛps tə fˈɔltɚ. ɐ bˈɜːd ʃˈɑːt ɐ bɹˈaɪt flˈeɪm ʌv kˈʌlɚ θɹuː ðə tʃˈɛkɚd lˈaɪt ɐhˈɛd ʌv ˌʌs.