text_original: It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine: But would you taste the grape's Calenian juice, Client of noble youths, to earn your wine Some nard you must produce. A tiny box of nard shall bring to light The cask that in Sulpician cellar lies: O, it can give new hopes, so fresh and bright, And gladden gloomy eyes.
text_transcription: IT IS A THIRSTY SEASON VIRGIL MINE BUT WOULD YOU TASTE THE GRAPE'S CANNIAN JUICE CLIENT OF NOBLE YOUTH TO EARN YOUR WINE SOME NUT YOU MUST PRODUCE A TINY BOX OF NARD SHALL BRING TO LIGHT THE CASK THAT IN SALPYSIAN SALA LIES OH IT CAN GIVE NEW HOPES SO FRESH AND BRIGHT AND GLADDEN GLOOMY EYES
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz ɐ θˈɜːsti sˈiːzən, vˈɜːdʒɪl mˈaɪn: bˌʌt wʊd juː tˈeɪst ðə ɡɹˈeɪpz kælˈiːniən dʒˈuːs, klˈaɪənt ʌv nˈoʊbəl jˈuːθs, tʊ ˈɜːn jʊɹ wˈaɪn sˌʌm nˈɑːɹd juː mˈʌst pɹədˈuːs. ɐ tˈaɪni bˈɑːks ʌv nˈɑːɹd ʃˌæl bɹˈɪŋ tə lˈaɪt ðə kˈæsk ðæt ɪn sʌlpˈɪʃən sˈɛlɚ lˈaɪz: ˈoʊ, ɪt kæn ɡˈɪv nˈuː hˈoʊps, sˌoʊ fɹˈɛʃ ænd bɹˈaɪt, ænd ɡlˈædən ɡlˈuːmi ˈaɪz.