text_original: Thus said the hawk to the nightingale with speckled neck, while he carried her high up among the clouds, gripped fast in his talons, and she, pierced by his crooked talons, cried pitifully. To her he spoke disdainfully: 'Miserable thing, why do you cry out?
text_transcription: THUS SAID THE HAWK TO THE NIGHTINGALE WITH SPECKLED NECK WHILE HE CARRIED HER HIGH UP AMONG THE CLOUDS GRIPPED FAST IN HIS TALONS AND SHE PIERCED BY HIS CROOKED TALONS CRIED PITIFULLY TO HER HE SPOKE DISDAINFULLY MISERABLE THING WHY DO YOU CRY OUT
phonemes: ðˈʌs sˈɛd ðə hˈɔːk tə ðə nˈaɪɾɪŋɡˌeɪl wɪð spˈɛkəld nˈɛk, wˌaɪl hiː kˈæɹid hɜː hˈaɪ ˌʌp ɐmˌʌŋ ðə klˈaʊdz, ɡɹˈɪpt fˈæst ɪn hɪz tˈælɑːnz, ænd ʃiː, pˈɪɹst baɪ hɪz kɹˈʊkɪd tˈælɑːnz, kɹˈaɪd pˈɪɾɪfəli. tə hɜː hiː spˈoʊk dɪsdˈeɪnfəli: mˈɪzɹəbəl θˈɪŋ, wˌaɪ dˈuː juː kɹˈaɪ ˈaʊt?