text_original: If water, flowing silver over stones, Is forded, and beneath the horses' feet Grows turbid suddenly, it clears again, And men will drink it with no thought of harm. Yet I am branded for a single fault.
text_transcription: IF WATER FLOWING SILVER OVER STONES IS FORDED AND BENEATH THE HORSES FEET GROWS TURBID SUDDENLY IT CLEARS AGAIN AND MEN WILL DRINK IT WITH NO THOUGHT OF HARM YET I AM BRANDED FOR A SINGLE FAULT
phonemes: ɪf wˈɔːɾɚ, flˈoʊɪŋ sˈɪlvɚɹ ˌoʊvɚ stˈoʊnz, ɪz fˈɔːɹdᵻd, ænd bᵻnˌiːθ ðə hˈɔːɹsᵻz fˈiːt ɡɹˈoʊz tˈɜːbɪd sˈʌdənli, ɪt klˈɪɹz ɐɡˈɛn, ænd mˈɛn wɪl dɹˈɪŋk ɪt wɪð nˈoʊ θˈɔːt ʌv hˈɑːɹm. jˈɛt aɪɐm bɹˈændᵻd fɚɹə sˈɪŋɡəl fˈɔlt.