text_original: Soon it was whispered at the royal ear That, though wise Dara's province, year by year, Like a great sponge, drew wealth and plenty up, Yet, when he squeezed it at the king's behest, Some golden drops, more rich than all the rest, Went to the filling of his private cup.
text_transcription: SOON IT WAS WHISPERED AT THE ROYAL EAR THAT THOUGH WISE DARRA'S PROVINCE YEAR BY YEAR LIKE A GREAT SPONGE DREW WEALTH AND PLENTY UP YET WHEN HE SQUEEZED IT AT THE KING'S BEHEST SOME GOLDEN DROPS MORE RICH THAN ALL THE REST WENT TO THE FILLING OF HIS PRIVATE CUP
phonemes: sˈuːn ɪt wʌz wˈɪspɚd æt ðə ɹˈɔɪəl ˈɪɹ ðˈæt, ðˌoʊ wˈaɪz dˈɑːɹɹəz pɹˈɑːvɪns, jˈɪɹ baɪ jˈɪɹ, lˈaɪk ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt spˈʌndʒ, dɹˈuː wˈɛlθ ænd plˈɛnti ˈʌp, jˈɛt, wˌɛn hiː skwˈiːzd ɪɾ æt ðə kˈɪŋz bᵻhˈɛst, sˌʌm ɡˈoʊldən dɹˈɑːps, mˈɔːɹ ɹˈɪtʃ ðɐn ˈɔːl ðə ɹˈɛst, wɛnt tə ðə fˈɪlɪŋ ʌv hɪz pɹˈaɪvət kˈʌp.