text_original: A peacock screamed of his beauty On that broken wall by the trees, Chiding his little mate, Spreading his fans in the breeze ... And you, with eyes of a bride, Knelt on the wall at my side, The deathless song in your mouth ... A million new tigers swept south
text_transcription: A PEACOCK SCREAMED OF HIS BEAUTY ON THAT BROKEN WALL BY THE TREES CHIDING HIS LITTLE MATE SPREADING HIS FANS IN THE BREEZE AND YOU WITH EYES OF A BRIDE KNELT ON THE WALL AT MY SIDE THE DEATHLESS SONG IN YOUR MOUTH A MILLION NEW TIGER SWEPT SOUTH
phonemes: ɐ pˈiːkɑːk skɹˈiːmd ʌv hɪz bjˈuːɾi ˌɔn ðæt bɹˈoʊkən wˈɔːl baɪ ðə tɹˈiːz, tʃˈaɪdɪŋ hɪz lˈɪɾəl mˈeɪt, spɹˈɛdɪŋ hɪz fˈænz ɪnðə bɹˈiːz ... ænd juː, wɪð ˈaɪz əvə bɹˈaɪd, nˈɛlt ɔnðə wˈɔːl æt maɪ sˈaɪd, ðə dˈɛθləs sˈɔŋ ɪn jʊɹ mˈaʊθ ... ɐ mˈɪliən nˈuː tˈaɪɡɚz swˈɛpt sˈaʊθ