text_original: One dark blot on the joyous life and stir, There stood he, fierce and still, Holding his token out as messenger Of the stern Caliph's will A loosened bow string from the bow untied.
text_transcription: ONE DARK BLOT ON THE JOYOUS LIFE AND STIR THERE STOOD HE FIERCE AND STILL HOLDING HIS TOKEN OUT AS MESSENGER OF THE STERN CALIPH'S WILL A LOOSENED BOWSTRING FROM THE BOW UNTIED
phonemes: wˈʌn dˈɑːɹk blˈɑːt ɔnðə dʒˈɔɪəs lˈaɪf ænd stˈɜː, ðɛɹ stˈʊd hiː, fˈɪɹs ænd stˈɪl, hˈoʊldɪŋ hɪz tˈoʊkən ˈaʊt æz mˈɛsɪndʒɚɹ ʌvðə stˈɜːn kˈeɪlɪfz wɪl ɐ lˈuːsənd bˈoʊ stɹˈɪŋ fɹʌmðə bˈoʊ ʌntˈaɪd.