text_original: (ll. 414 447) When the piercing power and sultry heat of the sun abate, and almighty Zeus sends the autumn rains 1312, and men's flesh comes to feel far easier,—for then the star Sirius passes over the heads of men, who are born to misery, only a little while by day and takes greater share of night,—then, when it showers its leaves to the ground and stops sprouting, the wood you cut with your axe is least liable to worm. Then remember to hew your timber: it is the season for that work.
text_transcription: WHEN THE PIERCING POWER AND SULTRY HEAT OF THE SUN ABATE AND ALMIGHTY ZEUS SENDS THE AUTUMN RAINS AND MEN'S FLESH COMES TO FEEL FAR EASIER FOR THEN THE STAR SIRIUS PASSES OVER THE HEADS OF MEN WHO ARE BORN TO MISERY ONLY A LITTLE WHILE BY DAY AND TAKES GREATER SHARE OF NIGHT THEN WHEN IT SHOWERS ITS LEAVES TO THE GROUND AND STOPS SPROUTING THE WOOD YOU CUT WITH YOUR AXE IS LEAST LIABLE TO WORM THEN REMEMBER TO HEW YOUR TIMBER IT IS THE SEASON FOR THAT WORK
phonemes: (ˌɛlˈɛl. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹtiːn fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɛvən) wˌɛn ðə pˈɪɹsɪŋ pˈaʊɚ ænd sˈʌltɹi hˈiːt ʌvðə sˈʌn ɐbˈeɪt, ænd ɔlmˈaɪɾi zˈuːs sˈɛndz ðɪ ˈɔːɾʌm ɹˈeɪnz wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛlv, ænd mˈɛnz flˈɛʃ kˈʌmz tə fˈiːl fˈɑːɹ ˈiːziɚ,—fɔːɹ ðˈɛn ðə stˈɑːɹ sˈɪɹɪəs pˈæsᵻz ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɛdz ʌv mˈɛn, hˌuː ɑːɹ bˈɔːɹn tə mˈɪzɚɹi, ˈoʊnli ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˌaɪl baɪ dˈeɪ ænd tˈeɪks ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ ʃˈɛɹ ʌv nˈaɪt,—ðˈɛn, wˌɛn ɪt ʃˈaʊɚz ɪts lˈiːvz tə ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd ænd stˈɑːps spɹˈaʊɾɪŋ, ðə wˈʊd juː kˈʌt wɪð jʊɹ ˈæks ɪz lˈiːst lˈaɪəbəl tə wˈɜːm. ðˈɛn ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ tə hjˈuː jʊɹ tˈɪmbɚ: ɪɾ ɪz ðə sˈiːzən fɔːɹ ðæt wˈɜːk.