text_original: X. TO APHRODITE (ll. 1 3) Of Cytherea, born in Cyprus, I will sing. She gives kindly gifts to men: smiles are ever on her lovely face, and lovely is the brightness that plays over it.
text_transcription: TO APHRODITE OF CYTHERIA BORN IN CYPRUS I WILL SING SHE GIVES KINDLY GIFTS TO MEN SMILES ARE EVER ON HER LOVELY FACE AND LOVELY IS THE BRIGHTNESS THAT PLAYS OVER IT
phonemes: ˈɛks. tuː ˌæfɹədˈaɪɾi (ˌɛlˈɛl. wˈʌn θɹˈiː) ʌv sˌɪθɚɹˈiə, bˈɔːɹn ɪn sˈaɪpɹəs, aɪ wɪl sˈɪŋ. ʃiː ɡˈɪvz kˈaɪndli ɡˈɪfts tə mˈɛn: smˈaɪlz ɑːɹ ˈɛvɚɹ ˌɔn hɜː lˈʌvli fˈeɪs, ænd lˈʌvli ɪz ðə bɹˈaɪtnəs ðæt plˈeɪz ˈoʊvɚɹ ɪt.