text_original: Plough in the spring; but fallow broken up in the summer will not belie your hopes. Sow fallow land when the soil is still getting light: fallow land is a defender from harm and a soother of children. (ll. 465 478) Pray to Zeus of the Earth and to pure Demeter to make Demeter's holy grain sound and heavy, when first you begin ploughing, when you hold in your hand the end of the plough tail and bring down your stick on the backs of the oxen as they draw on the pole bar by the yoke straps.
text_transcription: PLOUGH IN THE SPRING BUT FALLOW BROKEN UP IN THE SUMMER WILL NOT BELIE YOUR HOPES SO FALLOW LAND WHEN THE SOIL IS STILL GETTING LIGHT FALLOW LAND IS A DEFENDER FROM HARM AND A SOOTHER OF CHILDREN PRAY TO ZEUS OF THE EARTH AND TO PURE DEMETER TO MAKE DEMETER'S HOLY GRAIN SOUND AND HEAVY WHEN FIRST YOU BEGIN PLOUGHING WHEN YOU HOLD IN YOUR HAND THE END OF THE PLOUGHTAIL AND BRING DOWN YOUR STICK ON THE BACKS OF THE OXEN AS THEY DRAW ON THE POLE BAR BY THE YOKE STRAPS
phonemes: plˈaʊ ɪnðə spɹˈɪŋ; bˌʌt fˈæloʊ bɹˈoʊkən ˌʌp ɪnðə sˈʌmɚ wɪl nˌɑːt bᵻlˈaɪ jʊɹ hˈoʊps. sˈoʊ fˈæloʊ lˈænd wɛn ðə sˈɔɪl ɪz stˈɪl ɡˌɛɾɪŋ lˈaɪt: fˈæloʊ lˈænd ɪz ɐ dᵻfˈɛndɚ fɹʌm hˈɑːɹm ænd ɐ sˈuːðɚɹ ʌv tʃˈɪldɹən. (ˌɛlˈɛl. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti fˈaɪv fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti ˈeɪt) pɹˈeɪ tə zˈuːs ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd tə pjˈʊɹ dˈɛmiːɾɚ tə mˌeɪk dˈɛmiːɾɚz hˈoʊli ɡɹˈeɪn sˈaʊnd ænd hˈɛvi, wˌɛn fˈɜːst juː bɪɡˈɪn plˈaʊɪŋ, wˌɛn juː hˈoʊld ɪn jʊɹ hˈænd ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə plˈaʊ tˈeɪl ænd bɹˈɪŋ dˌaʊn jʊɹ stˈɪk ɔnðə bˈæks ʌvðɪ ˈɑːksən æz ðeɪ dɹˈɔː ɔnðə pˈoʊl bˈɑːɹ baɪ ðə jˈoʊk stɹˈæps.