text_original: NOTHING REMAINS Nothing remains of unrecorded ages That lie in the silent cemetery time; Their wisdom may have shamed our wisest sages, Their glory may have been indeed sublime. How weak do seem our strivings after power, How poor the grandest efforts of our brains, If out of all we are, in one short hour Nothing remains.
text_transcription: ENORNEE DE SUSA NOTHING REMAINS OF UNRECORDED AGES THAT LIE IN THE SILENT CEMETERY TIME THEIR WISDOM MAY HAVE SHAMED OUR WISEST SAGES THEIR GLORY MAY HAVE BEEN INDEED SUBLIME HOW WEAK DO SEEM OUR STRIVINGS AFTER POWER HOW POOR THE GRANDEST EFFORTS OF OUR BRAINS IF OUT OF ALL WE ARE IN ONE SHORT HOUR NOTHING REMAINS
phonemes: nˈʌθɪŋ ɹᵻmˈeɪnz nˈʌθɪŋ ɹᵻmˈeɪnz ʌv ˌʌnɹᵻkˈɔːɹdᵻd ˈeɪdʒᵻz ðæt lˈaɪ ɪnðə sˈaɪlənt sˈɛmɪtˌɛɹi tˈaɪm; ðɛɹ wˈɪzdəm mˌeɪhɐv ʃˈeɪmd ˌaʊɚ wˈaɪsɪst sˈeɪdʒᵻz, ðɛɹ ɡlˈɔːɹi mˌeɪhɐv bˌɪn ˌɪndˈiːd sʌblˈaɪm. hˌaʊ wˈiːk dˈuː sˈiːm ˌaʊɚ stɹˈaɪvɪŋz ˈæftɚ pˈaʊɚ, hˌaʊ pˈʊɹ ðə ɡɹˈændɪst ˈɛfɚts ʌv ˌaʊɚ bɹˈeɪnz, ɪf ˌaʊɾəv ˈɔːl wiː ɑːɹ, ɪn wˈʌn ʃˈɔːɹt ˈaʊɚ nˈʌθɪŋ ɹᵻmˈeɪnz.