text_original: Why have I put off my pride, Why am I unsatisfied,   I, for whom the pensive night Binds her cloudy hair with light,   I, for whom all beauty burns Like incense in a million urns? O beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love?
text_transcription: WHY HAVE I PUT OFF MY PRIDE WHY AM I UNSATISFIED I FOR WHOM THE PENSIVE NIGHT BINDS HER CLOUDY HAIR WITH LIGHT I FOR WHOM ALL BEAUTY BURNS LIKE INCENSE IN A MILLION URNS O BEAUTY ARE YOU NOT ENOUGH WHY AM I CRYING AFTER LOVE
phonemes: wˌaɪ hæv aɪ pˌʊt ˈɔf maɪ pɹˈaɪd, wˌaɪ æm aɪ ʌnsˈæɾɪsfˌaɪd,   ˈaɪ, fɔːɹ hˈuːm ðə pˈɛnsɪv nˈaɪt bˈaɪndz hɜː klˈaʊdi hˈɛɹ wɪð lˈaɪt,   ˈaɪ, fɔːɹ hˈuːm ˈɔːl bjˈuːɾi bˈɜːnz lˈaɪk ˈɪnsɛns ɪn ɐ mˈɪliən ˈɜːnz? ˈoʊ bjˈuːɾi, ɑːɹ juː nˌɑːt ɪnˈʌf? wˌaɪ æm aɪ kɹˈaɪɪŋ ˈæftɚ lˈʌv?