text_original: Whereat said Nila: "Woman, hast thou word Of one whom, long ago, the Rajah tore From lover and from kin — of her whose name Was Unda*?" Then the crone bent low her head And pondered, reaching back to years agone, loo JUS'TICE As one that in the darkness of the sea Gropes for a sunken gem.
text_transcription: WHEREAT SAID NIYLA WOMAN HAST THOU HEARD OF ONE WHOM LONG AGO THE RAJAH TORE FROM LOVER AND FROM KIN OF HER WHOSE NAME WAS UNDA THEN THE CRONE BENT LOW HER HEAD AND PONDERED REACHING BACK TO YEARS AGONE AS ONE THAT IN THE DARKNESS OF THE SEA GROPES FOR A SUNKEN GEM
phonemes: wˈɛɹæt sˈɛd nˈiːlə: "wˈʊmən, hˈeɪst ðˈaʊ wˈɜːd ʌv wˈʌn hˈuːm, lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ, ðə ɹˈɑːdʒɑː tˈɔːɹ fɹʌm lˈʌvɚ ænd fɹʌm kˈɪn — ʌv hɜː hˌuːz nˈeɪm wʌz ʌndˈɑː ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk?" ðˈɛn ðə kɹˈoʊn bˈɛnt lˈoʊ hɜː hˈɛd ænd pˈɑːndɚd, ɹˈiːtʃɪŋ bˈæk tə jˈɪɹz ˈæɡɑːn, lˈuː dʒˈʌstɪs æz wˈʌn ðæt ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs ʌvðə sˈiː ɡɹˈoʊps fɚɹə sˈʌŋkən dʒˈɛm.