text_original: And there with the huntsmen of mound builder days Through jungle and meadow I stride. And the Tiger Tree leaf is falling around As it fell when the world began: Like a monstrous tiger skin, stretched on the ground, Or the cloak of a medicine man.
text_transcription: AND THERE WITH THE HUNTSMEN OF MOUND BUILDER DAYS THROUGH JUNGLE AND MEADOW I STRIDE AND THE TIGER TREE LEAF IS FALLING AROUND AS IT FELL WHEN THE WORLD BEGAN LIKE A MONSTROUS TIGER SKIN STRETCHED ON THE GROUND OR THE CLOAK OF A MEDICINE MAN
phonemes: ænd ðɛɹ wɪððə hˈʌntsmɛn ʌv mˈaʊnd bˈɪldɚ dˈeɪz θɹuː dʒˈʌŋɡəl ænd mˈɛdoʊ aɪ stɹˈaɪd. ænd ðə tˈaɪɡɚ tɹˈiː lˈiːf ɪz fˈɔːlɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd æz ɪt fˈɛl wɛn ðə wˈɜːld bɪɡˈæn: lˈaɪk ɐ mˈɔnstɹəs tˈaɪɡɚ skˈɪn, stɹˈɛtʃt ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ɔːɹ ðə klˈoʊk əvə mˈɛdəsən mˈæn.