text_original: The man asked, "Who art thou?" "I am Death, and I make all equal." Then said the man, "Thou art the right one, thou takest the rich as well as the poor, without distinction; thou shalt be godfather." Death answered, "I will make thy child rich and famous, for he who has me for a friend can lack nothing."
text_transcription: THE MAN ASKED WHO ART THOU I AM DEATH AND I MAKE ALL EQUAL THEN SAID THE MAN THOU ART THE RIGHT ONE THOU TAKEST THE RICH AS WELL AS THE POOR WITHOUT DISTINCTION THOU SHALT BE GODFATHER DEATH ANSWERED I WILL MAKE THY CHILD RICH AND FAMOUS FOR HE WHO HAS ME FOR A FRIEND CAN LACK NOTHING
phonemes: ðə mˈæn ˈæskt, "hˌuː ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ?" "aɪɐm dˈɛθ, ænd aɪ mˌeɪk ˈɔːl ˈiːkwəl." ðˈɛn sˈɛd ðə mˈæn, "ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt ðə ɹˈaɪt wˌʌn, ðˈaʊ tˈeɪkɪst ðə ɹˈɪtʃ æz wˈɛl æz ðə pˈʊɹ, wɪðˌaʊt dɪstˈɪŋkʃən; ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt biː ɡˈɑːdfɑːðɚ." dˈɛθ ˈænsɚd, "aɪ wɪl mˌeɪk ðˌaɪ tʃˈaɪld ɹˈɪtʃ ænd fˈeɪməs, fɔːɹ hiː hˌuː hɐz mˌiː fɚɹə fɹˈɛnd kæn lˈæk nˈʌθɪŋ."