text_original: Now, birth day bard, with joy proceed To praise your empress and her breed; First of the first, to vouch your lies, Bring all the females of the skies; The Graces, and their mistress, Venus, Must venture down to entertain us: With bended knees when they adore her, What dowdies they appear before her!
text_transcription: NOW BIRTHDAY BARD WITH JOY PROCEED TO RAISE YOUR EMPRESS AND HER BREED FIRST OF THE FIRST TO VOUCH YOUR LIES BRING ALL THE FEMALES OF THE SKIES THE GRACES AND THEIR MISTRESS VENUS MUST VENTURE DOWN TO ENTERTAIN US WITH BENDED KNEES WHEN THEY ADORE HER WHAT DOWTIES THEY APPEAR BEFORE HER
phonemes: nˈaʊ, bˈɜːθ dˈeɪ bˈɑːɹd, wɪð dʒˈɔɪ pɹəsˈiːd tə pɹˈeɪz jʊɹ ˈɛmpɹɛs ænd hɜː bɹˈiːd; fˈɜːst ʌvðə fˈɜːst, tə vˈaʊtʃ jʊɹ lˈaɪz, bɹˈɪŋ ˈɔːl ðə fˈiːmeɪlz ʌvðə skˈaɪz; ðə ɡɹˈeɪsᵻz, ænd ðɛɹ mˈɪstɹəs, vˈiːnəs, mˈʌst vˈɛntʃɚ dˌaʊn tʊ ˌɛntɚtˈeɪn ˌʌs: wɪð bˈɛndᵻd nˈiːz wɛn ðeɪ ɐdˈɔːɹ hɜː, wˌʌt dˈaʊdiz ðeɪ ɐpˈɪɹ bᵻfˈɔːɹ hɜː!