text_original: In joy or grief I must not share, For neither smiles nor tears on me Will ever look becomingly, Because I am not fair; Whole days I sit alone and cry, And in my grave I wish I were   Yet none will weep me if I die, Because I am not fair.
text_transcription: IN JOY OR GRIEF I MUST NOT SHARE FOR NEITHER SMILES NOR TEARS ON ME WILL EVER LOOK BECOMINGLY BECAUSE I AM NOT FAIR WHOLE DAYS I SIT ALONE AND CRY AND IN MY GRAVE I WISH I WERE YET NONE WILL WEEP ME IF I DIE BECAUSE I AM NOT FAIR
phonemes: ɪn dʒˈɔɪ ɔːɹ ɡɹˈiːf aɪ mˈʌst nˌɑːt ʃˈɛɹ, fɔːɹ nˈiːðɚ smˈaɪlz nˈɔːɹ tˈɪɹz ˌɔn mˌiː wɪl ˈɛvɚ lˈʊk bᵻkˈʌmɪŋli, bɪkˈʌz aɪɐm nˌɑːt fˈɛɹ; hˈoʊl dˈeɪz aɪ sˈɪt ɐlˈoʊn ænd kɹˈaɪ, ænd ɪn maɪ ɡɹˈeɪv aɪ wˈɪʃ aɪ wɜː jˈɛt nˈʌn wɪl wˈiːp mˌiː ɪf aɪ dˈaɪ, bɪkˈʌz aɪɐm nˌɑːt fˈɛɹ.