text_original: Imitate your friend the hermit, who is silent, for he longs to be back again in his cave at Lynrass. I thank you, brother monk, for the blessing which I see you bestow upon the Cursed Tower every morning as you cross the hill; but the fact is that you always seemed tall to me until now, and that black beard of yours looked white.
text_transcription: IMITATE YOUR FRIEND THE HERMIT WHO IS SILENT FOR HE LONGS TO BE BACK AGAIN IN HIS CAVE AT LINERAS I THANK YOU BROTHER MONK FOR THE BLESSING WHICH I SEE YOU BESTOW UPON THE CURSED TOWER EVERY MORNING AS YOU CROSS THE HILL BUT THE FACT IS THAT YOU ALWAYS SEEM TALL TO ME UNTIL NOW AND THAT BLACK BEARD OF YOURS LOOKED WHITE
phonemes: ˈɪmᵻtˌeɪt jʊɹ fɹˈɛnd ðə hˈɜːmɪt, hˌuː ɪz sˈaɪlənt, fɔːɹ hiː lˈɔŋz təbi bˈæk ɐɡˈɛn ɪn hɪz kˈeɪv æt lˈɪnɹæs. aɪ θˈæŋk juː, bɹˈʌðɚ mˈʌŋk, fɚðə blˈɛsɪŋ wˌɪtʃ aɪ sˈiː juː bᵻstˈoʊ əpˌɑːn ðə kˈɜːst tˈaʊɚɹ ˈɛvɹi mˈɔːɹnɪŋ æz juː kɹˈɔs ðə hˈɪl; bˌʌt ðə fˈækt ɪz ðæt juː ˈɔːlweɪz sˈiːmd tˈɔːl tə mˌiː ʌntˈɪl nˈaʊ, ænd ðæt blˈæk bˈɪɹd ʌv jˈɔːɹz lˈʊkt wˈaɪt.