text_original: V I bring you, this eve, an offering of joy From having drenched my body in the gold And silken texture of the joyous wind And in the yellow splendour of the sun; My feet are pure with having walked the grass, My hands are sweet with the dim hearts of flowers, My eyes are brilliant with the sudden tears Born in an instant from the sight of such A beauteous earth and its eternal night.
text_transcription: FIVE I BRING YOU THIS EVE AN OFFERING OF JOY FROM HAVING DRENCHED MY BODY IN THE GOLD AND SILKEN TEXTURE OF THE JOYOUS WIND AND IN THE YELLOW SPLENDOR OF THE SUN MY FEET ARE PURE WITH HAVING WALKED THE GRASS MY HANDS ARE SWEET WITH THE DIM HEARTS OF FLOWERS MY EYES ARE BRILLIANT WITH THE SUDDEN TEARS BORN IN AN INSTANT FROM THE SIGHT OF SUCH A BEAUTEOUS EARTH AND ITS ETERNAL NIGHT
phonemes: vˈiː aɪ bɹˈɪŋ juː, ðɪs ˈiːv, ɐn ˈɔfɚɹɪŋ ʌv dʒˈɔɪ fɹʌm hˌævɪŋ dɹˈɛntʃt maɪ bˈɑːdi ɪnðə ɡˈoʊld ænd sˈɪlkən tˈɛkstʃɚɹ ʌvðə dʒˈɔɪəs wˈɪnd ænd ɪnðə jˈɛloʊ splˈɛndɚɹ ʌvðə sˈʌn; maɪ fˈiːt ɑːɹ pjˈʊɹ wɪð hˌævɪŋ wˈɔːkt ðə ɡɹˈæs, maɪ hˈændz ɑːɹ swˈiːt wɪððə dˈɪm hˈɑːɹts ʌv flˈaʊɚz, maɪ ˈaɪz ɑːɹ bɹˈɪliənt wɪððə sˈʌdən tˈɪɹz bˈɔːɹn ɪn ɐn ˈɪnstənt fɹʌmðə sˈaɪt ʌv sˈʌtʃ ɐ bjˈuːɾiəs ˈɜːθ ænd ɪts ɪtˈɜːnəl nˈaɪt.