text_original: "Weak creatures!" said their sire, "pass them along; My single arm the riddle soon will end." They laughed, and thought him joking; but not so, Singly the arrows quickly fell in twain; "Thus may you concord's power, my children, know; Agree in love and never part again."
text_transcription: WEAK CREATURES SAID THEIR SIRE PASS THEM ALONG MY SINGLE ARM THE RIDDLES SOON WILL END THEY LAUGHED AND THOUGHT HIM JOKING BUT NOT SO SINGLY THE ARROWS QUICKLY FELL IN TWAIN THUS MAY YOU CONCORD'S POWER MY CHILDREN NO AGREE IN LOVE AND NEVER PART AGAIN
phonemes: "wˈiːk kɹˈiːtʃɚz!" sˈɛd ðɛɹ sˈaɪɚ, "pˈæs ðˌɛm ɐlˈɔŋ; maɪ sˈɪŋɡəl ˈɑːɹm ðə ɹˈɪdəl sˈuːn wɪl ˈɛnd." ðeɪ lˈæft, ænd θˈɔːt hˌɪm dʒˈoʊkɪŋ; bˌʌt nˌɑːt sˈoʊ, sˈɪŋɡli ðɪ ˈæɹoʊz kwˈɪkli fˈɛl ɪn twˈeɪn; "ðˈʌs mˈeɪ juː kəŋkˈɔːɹdz pˈaʊɚ, maɪ tʃˈɪldɹən, nˈoʊ; ɐɡɹˈiː ɪn lˈʌv ænd nˈɛvɚ pˈɑːɹt ɐɡˈɛn."