text_original: I lift to you My bowl of kisses, And through the temple's Blue recesses Cry out to you In wild caresses. And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.
text_transcription: I LIFT TO YOU MY BOWL OF KISSES AND THROUGH THE TEMPLE'S BLUE RECESSES CRY OUT TO YOU IN WILD CARESSES AND TO MY LIP'S BRIGHT CRIMSON RIM THE PASSION SLIPS AND DOWN MY SLIM WHITE BODY DRIPS THE SHINING HYMN
phonemes: aɪ lˈɪft tə juː maɪ bˈoʊl ʌv kˈɪsᵻz, ænd θɹuː ðə tˈɛmpəlz blˈuː ɹˈiːsɛsᵻz kɹˈaɪ ˈaʊt tə juː ɪn wˈaɪld kɚɹˈɛsᵻz. ænd tə maɪ lˈɪps bɹˈaɪt kɹˈɪmsən ɹˈɪm ðə pˈæʃən slˈɪps, ænd dˌaʊn maɪ slˈɪm wˈaɪt bˈɑːdi dɹˈɪps ðə ʃˈaɪnɪŋ hˈɪm.