text_original: Come to us with thine enchantment, Speak the magic words of healing, That my people may not perish; Give to all alleviation From their sicknesses and sorrows; In the morning, in the evening, Let their wasting ailments vanish; Drive the Death child from Wainola, Nevermore to visit Northland, Never in the course of ages, Never while the moonlight glimmers O'er the lakes of Kalevala."
text_transcription: COME TO US WITH THINE ENCHANTMENT SPEAK THE MAGIC WORDS OF HEALING THAT MY PEOPLE MAY NOT PERISH GIVE TO ALL ALLEVIATION FROM THEIR SICKNESSES AND SORROWS IN THE MORNING IN THE EVENING LET THEIR WASTING AILMENTS VANISH DRIVE THE DEATH CHILD FROM VINEOLA NEVER MORE TO VISIT NORTHLAND NEVER IN THE COURSE OF AGES NEVER WHILE THE MOONLIGHT GLIMMERS OVER THE LAKES OF CALIVALA
phonemes: kˈʌm tʊ ˌʌs wɪð ðaɪn ɛntʃˈæntmənt, spˈiːk ðə mˈædʒɪk wˈɜːdz ʌv hˈiːlɪŋ, ðæt maɪ pˈiːpəl mˈeɪ nˌɑːt pˈɛɹɪʃ; ɡˈɪv tʊ ˈɔːl ɐlˌiːvɪˈeɪʃən fɹʌm ðɛɹ sˈɪknəsᵻz ænd sˈɑːɹoʊz; ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ɪnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ, lˈɛt ðɛɹ wˈeɪstɪŋ ˈeɪlmənts vˈænɪʃ; dɹˈaɪv ðə dˈɛθ tʃˈaɪld fɹʌm weɪnˈoʊlə, nˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ tə vˈɪzɪt nˈɔːɹθlənd, nˈɛvɚɹ ɪnðə kˈɔːɹs ʌv ˈeɪdʒᵻz, nˈɛvɚ wˌaɪl ðə mˈuːnlaɪt ɡlˈɪmɚz ˈɔːɹ ðə lˈeɪks ʌv keɪlvˈɑːlə."