text_original: Circassian white and slender, His dancing girls and slaves, To the August lilies tender, His haughty hand he waves. While he watches them, nothing missing, In her bower of bloom on high, His favorite rose is kissing A Bedouin butterfly.
text_transcription: CIRCASSIAN WHITE AND SLENDER HIS DANCING GIRLS AND SLAVES TO THE AUGUST LILIES TENDER HIS HAUGHTY HAND HE WAVES WHILE HE WATCHES THEM NOTHING MISSING IN HER BOWER OF BLOOM ON HIGH HIS FAVOURITE ROSE IS KISSING A BEDONIAN BUTTERFLY
phonemes: sɜːkˈæʃən wˈaɪt ænd slˈɛndɚ, hɪz dˈænsɪŋ ɡˈɜːlz ænd slˈeɪvz, tə ðɪ ˈɔːɡəst lˈɪliz tˈɛndɚ, hɪz hˈɔːɾi hˈænd hiː wˈeɪvz. wˌaɪl hiː wˈɑːtʃᵻz ðˌɛm, nˈʌθɪŋ mˈɪsɪŋ, ɪn hɜː bˈaʊɚɹ ʌv blˈuːm ˌɔn hˈaɪ, hɪz fˈeɪvɚɹᵻt ɹˈoʊz ɪz kˈɪsɪŋ ɐ bˈɛduːɪn bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪ.