text_original: Then to his youngest poet said the king, " Behold the magnitude of mine estate! The courts, the lions graven at the gate, The armies vassal to my ramparts! Sing!
text_transcription: THEN TO HIS YOUNGEST POET SAID THE KING BEHOLD THE MAGNITUDE OF MINE ESTATE THE COURTS THE LION'S GRAVEN AT THE GATE THE ARMY'S VESSEL TO MY RAMPARTS SING
phonemes: ðˈɛn tə hɪz jˈʌŋɡɪst pˈoʊɪt sˈɛd ðə kˈɪŋ, " bᵻhˈoʊld ðə mˈæɡnɪtˌuːd ʌv mˈaɪn ᵻstˈeɪt! ðə kˈɔːɹts, ðə lˈaɪənz ɡɹˈeɪvən æt ðə ɡˈeɪt, ðɪ ˈɑːɹmiz vˈæsəl tə maɪ ɹˈæmpɑːɹts! sˈɪŋ!