text_original: One day he was sitting in front of his modest dwelling, enjoying the soft breeze that stirred the trees hard by, reading from time to time short passages of an ancient volume open upon his knees, when a shadow fell across its pages, and looking up, he perceived that a stranger stood before him, who saluted him with the greatest respect and courtesy. The sage returned the customary greetings, and then inquired in what he could be of service to the new comer.
text_transcription: ONE DAY HE WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF HIS MODEST DWELLING ENJOYING THE SOFT BREEZE THAT STIRRED THE TREES HARD BY READING FROM TIME TO TIME SHORT PASSAGES OF AN ANCIENT VOLUME UPON HIS KNEES WHEN A SHADOW FELL ACROSS ITS PAGES AND LOOKING UP HE PERCEIVED THAT A STRANGER STOOD BEFORE HIM WHO SALUTED HIM WITH THE GREATEST RESPECT AND COURTESY THE SAGE RETURNED THE CUSTOMARY GREETINGS AND THEN INQUIRED IN WHAT HE COULD BE OF SERVICE TO THE NEWCOMER
phonemes: wˈʌn dˈeɪ hiː wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv hɪz mˈɑːdɪst dwˈɛlɪŋ, ɛndʒˈɔɪɪŋ ðə sˈɔft bɹˈiːz ðæt stˈɜːd ðə tɹˈiːz hˈɑːɹd bˈaɪ, ɹˈiːdɪŋ fɹʌm tˈaɪm tə tˈaɪm ʃˈɔːɹt pˈæsɪdʒᵻz əvən ˈeɪntʃənt vˈɑːljuːm ˈoʊpən əpˌɑːn hɪz nˈiːz, wˌɛn ɐ ʃˈædoʊ fˈɛl əkɹˌɑːs ɪts pˈeɪdʒᵻz, ænd lˈʊkɪŋ ˈʌp, hiː pɚsˈiːvd ðˌæɾə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ stˈʊd bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm, hˌuː səlˈuːɾᵻd hˌɪm wɪððə ɡɹˈeɪɾɪst ɹᵻspˈɛkt ænd kˈɜːɾəsi. ðə sˈeɪdʒ ɹᵻtˈɜːnd ðə kˈʌstəmˌɛɹi ɡɹˈiːɾɪŋz, ænd ðˈɛn ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd ɪn wʌt hiː kʊd biː ʌv sˈɜːvɪs tə ðə nˈuː kˈʌmɚ.