text_original: A PLAINT TO MAN WHEN you slowly emerged from the den of Time, And gained percipience as you grew, And fleshed you fair out of shapeless slime, Wherefore, O Man, did there come to you The unhappy need of creating me— A form like your own—for praying to?
text_transcription: APPLAINT TO MAN WHEN YOU SLOWLY EMERGED FROM THE DEN OF TIME AND GAINED PERCIPIENTS AS YOU GREW AND FLASHED YOU FAIR OUT OF SHAPELESS SLIME WHEREFORE O MAN DID THERE COME TO YOU THE UNHAPPY NEED OF CREATING ME A FORM LIKE YOUR OWN FOR PRAYING TO
phonemes: ɐ plˈeɪnt tuː ˌɛmˌeɪˈɛn wɛn juː slˈoʊli ɪmˈɜːdʒd fɹʌmðə dˈɛn ʌv tˈaɪm, ænd ɡˈeɪnd pˈɜːsɪpˌiəns æz juː ɡɹˈuː, ænd flˈɛʃt juː fˈɛɹ ˌaʊɾəv ʃˈeɪpləs slˈaɪm, wˈɛɹfɔːɹ, ˈoʊ mˈæn, dˈɪd ðɛɹ kˈʌm tə juː ðɪ ʌnhˈæpi nˈiːd ʌv kɹiːˈeɪɾɪŋ mˌiː— ɐ fˈɔːɹm lˈaɪk jʊɹ ˈoʊn—fɔːɹ pɹˈeɪɪŋ tuː?