text_original: My dear limbs yearn not to stay in the sacred streets of Cyme, but rather my great heart urges me to go unto another country, small though I am.
text_transcription: MY DEAR LIMBS YE'RE NOT TO STAY IN THE SACRED STREETS OF CAI BUT RATHER MY GREAT HEART URGES ME TO GO INTO ANOTHER COUNTRY SMALL THOUGH I AM
phonemes: maɪ dˈɪɹ lˈɪmz jˈɜːn nˌɑːt tə stˈeɪ ɪnðə sˈeɪkɹɪd stɹˈiːts ʌv sˈaɪm, bˌʌt ɹˈæðɚ maɪ ɡɹˈeɪt hˈɑːɹt ˈɜːdʒᵻz mˌiː tə ɡˌoʊ ˌʌntʊ ɐnˈʌðɚ kˈʌntɹi, smˈɔːl ðˌoʊ aɪˈæm.