text_original: Yet, can it be we build upon the sands? Man s eye turns manward from the mote and star, And sees past greatness given to the tomb, Nor knows what destined doom Waits, vigilant, where the Destructions are.
text_transcription: YET CAN IT BE WE BUILD UPON THE SANDS MAN'S EYE TURNS MANWARD FROM THE MOAT AND STAR AND SEES PAST GREATNESS GIVEN TO THE TOMB NOR KNOWS WHAT DESTINED DOOM WAITS VIGILANT WHERE THE DESTRUCTIONS ARE
phonemes: jˈɛt, kæn ɪt biː wiː bˈɪld əpˌɑːn ðə sˈændz? mˈæn ˈɛs ˈaɪ tˈɜːnz mˈænwɚd fɹʌmðə mˈoʊt ænd stˈɑːɹ, ænd sˈiːz pˈæst ɡɹˈeɪtnəs ɡˈɪvən tə ðə tˈuːm, nˈɔːɹ nˈoʊz wʌt dˈɛstɪnd dˈuːm wˈeɪts, vˈɪdʒɪlənt, wˌɛɹ ðə dᵻstɹˈʌkʃənz ɑːɹ.