text_original: For us, no more than you, the winds are fraught With danger, for I bend, but do not break. As yet, a stout resistance you can make, And never stoop your back, my friend; But wait a bit, and let us see the end."
text_transcription: FOR US NO MORE THAN YOU THE WINDS ARE FRAUGHT WITH DANGER FOR I BEND BUT DO NOT BREAK AS YET A STOUT RESISTANCE YOU CAN MAKE AND NEVER STOOP YOUR BACK MY FRIEND BUT WAIT A BIT AND LET US SEE THE END
phonemes: fɔːɹ ˌʌs, nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðɐn juː, ðə wˈɪndz ɑːɹ fɹˈɔːt wɪð dˈeɪndʒɚ, fɔːɹ aɪ bˈɛnd, bˌʌt duːnˌɑːt bɹˈeɪk. æz jˈɛt, ɐ stˈaʊt ɹᵻsˈɪstəns juː kæn mˈeɪk, ænd nˈɛvɚ stˈuːp jʊɹ bˈæk, maɪ fɹˈɛnd; bˌʌt wˈeɪt ɐ bˈɪt, ænd lˈɛt ˌʌs sˈiː ðɪ ˈɛnd."