text_original: Brothers weave it into fish nets, And the fathers twist the cordage, While the mothers knit the meshes, Rapidly the mesh stick circles; Soon the fish net is completed, In a single night in summer. As the magic net is finished, And in length a hundred fathoms, On the rim three hundred fathoms, Rounded stones are fastened to it, Joined thereto are seven float boards. Now the young men take the fish net, And the old men cheer them onward, Wish them good luck at their fishing.
text_transcription: BROTHERS WEAVE IT INTO FISH NETS AND THE FATHERS TWIST THE CORDAGE WHILE THE MOTHERS KNIT THE MESHES RAPIDLY THE MAGISTIC CIRCLES SOON THE FISH NET IS COMPLETED IN A SINGLE NIGHT IN SUMMER AS THE MAGIC NET IS FINISHED AND IN LENGTH A HUNDRED FATHOMS ON THE RIM THREE HUNDRED FATHOMS ROUNDED STONES ARE FASTENED TO IT JOINED THERE TOO AS SEVEN FLOAT BOARDS NOW THE YOUNG MEN TAKE THE FISH NET AND THE OLD MEN CHEER THEM ONWARD WISH THEM GOOD LUCK AT THEIR FISHING
phonemes: bɹˈʌðɚz wˈiːv ɪɾ ˌɪntʊ fˈɪʃ nˈɛts, ænd ðə fˈɑːðɚz twˈɪst ðə kˈɔːɹdɪdʒ, wˌaɪl ðə mˈʌðɚz nˈɪt ðə mˈɛʃᵻz, ɹˈæpɪdli ðə mˈɛʃ stˈɪk sˈɜːkəlz; sˈuːn ðə fˈɪʃ nˈɛt ɪz kəmplˈiːɾᵻd, ɪn ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl nˈaɪt ɪn sˈʌmɚ. æz ðə mˈædʒɪk nˈɛt ɪz fˈɪnɪʃt, ænd ɪn lˈɛŋθ ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd fˈæðəmz, ɔnðə ɹˈɪm θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd fˈæðəmz, ɹˈaʊndᵻd stˈoʊnz ɑːɹ fˈæsənd tʊ ɪt, dʒˈɔɪnd ðɛɹtˈuː ɑːɹ sˈɛvən flˈoʊt bˈɔːɹdz. nˈaʊ ðə jˈʌŋ mˈɛn tˈeɪk ðə fˈɪʃ nˈɛt, ænd ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈɛn tʃˈɪɹ ðˌɛm ˈɑːnwɚd, wˈɪʃ ðˌɛm ɡˈʊd lˈʌk æt ðɛɹ fˈɪʃɪŋ.