text_original: But why, you ask, this special cheer? We celebrate the feast of Ides, Which April's month, to Venus dear, In twain divides. O, 'tis a day for reverence, E'en my own birthday scarce so dear, For my Maecenas counts from thence Each added year.
text_transcription: BUT WHY YOU ASK THIS SPECIAL CHEER WE CELEBRATE THE FEAST OF EIDES WHICH APRIL'S MONTH TO VENUS DEER IN TWAIN DIVIDES OH TIS A DAY FOR REVERENCE EVEN MY OWN BIRTH DAY SCARCE SO DEAR FOR MINE MAISINA AS COUNTS FROM THENCE EACH ADDED YEAR
phonemes: bˌʌt wˈaɪ, juː ˈæsk, ðɪs spˈɛʃəl tʃˈɪɹ? wiː sˈɛləbɹˌeɪt ðə fˈiːst ʌv aɪdˈiːz, wˌɪtʃ ˈeɪpɹəlz mˈʌnθ, tə vˈiːnəs dˈɪɹ, ɪn twˈeɪn dᵻvˈaɪdz. ˈoʊ, tˈɪz ɐ dˈeɪ fɔːɹ ɹˈɛvɚɹəns, ˈɛən maɪ ˈoʊn bˈɜːθdeɪ skˈɛɹs sˌoʊ dˈɪɹ, fɔːɹ maɪ miːsˈiːnəz kˈaʊnts fɹʌm ðˈɛns ˈiːtʃ ˈædᵻd jˈɪɹ.