text_original: On your head above wear a shaped cap of felt to keep your ears from getting wet, for the dawn is chill when Boreas has once made his onslaught, and at dawn a fruitful mist is spread over the earth from starry heaven upon the fields of blessed men: it is drawn from the ever flowing rivers and is raised high above the earth by windstorm, and sometimes it turns to rain towards evening, and sometimes to wind when Thracian Boreas huddles the thick clouds.
text_transcription: ON YOUR HEAD ABOVE WEAR A SHAPED CAP OF FELT TO KEEP YOUR EARS FROM GETTING WET FOR THE DAWN IS CHILL WHEN BOREAS HAS ONCE MADE HIS ONSLAUGHT AND AT DAWN A FRUITFUL MIST IS SPREAD OVER THE EARTH FROM STARRY HEAVEN UPON THE FIELDS OF BLESSED MEN IT IS DRAWN FROM THE EVER FLOWING RIVERS AND IS RAISED HIGH ABOVE THE EARTH BY WIND STORM AND SOMETIMES IT TURNS TO RAIN TOWARDS EVENING AND SOMETIMES TO WIND WHEN THRACIAN BOREAS HUDDLES THE THICK CLOUDS
phonemes: ˌɔn jʊɹ hˈɛd əbˌʌv wˈɛɹ ɐ ʃˈeɪpt kˈæp ʌv fˈɛlt tə kˈiːp jʊɹ ˈɪɹz fɹʌm ɡˌɛɾɪŋ wˈɛt, fɚðə dˈɔːn ɪz tʃˈɪl wɛn bɔːɹˈiəz hɐz wˈʌns mˌeɪd hɪz ˈɑːnslɔːt, ænd æt dˈɔːn ɐ fɹˈuːtfəl mˈɪst ɪz spɹˈɛd ˌoʊvɚ ðɪ ˈɜːθ fɹʌm stˈɑːɹi hˈɛvən əpˌɑːn ðə fˈiːldz ʌv blˈɛst mˈɛn: ɪɾ ɪz dɹˈɔːn fɹʌmðɪ ˈɛvɚ flˈoʊɪŋ ɹˈɪvɚz ænd ɪz ɹˈeɪzd hˈaɪ əbˌʌv ðɪ ˈɜːθ baɪ wˈɪndstɔːɹm, ænd sˈʌmtaɪmz ɪt tˈɜːnz tə ɹˈeɪn təwˈɔːɹdz ˈiːvnɪŋ, ænd sˈʌmtaɪmz tə wˈaɪnd wɛn θɹˈeɪʃiən bɔːɹˈiəz hˈʌdəlz ðə θˈɪk klˈaʊdz.