text_original: Day blossoms in the world below, And with reluctant feet I hear the weary bibbers go Along the shameful street ; With merry voice and flitting wings The birds acclaim the east, But still the magic vintner brings New flagons to the feast.
text_transcription: DAY BLOSSOMS IN THE WORLD BELOW AND WITH RELUCTANT FEET I HEAR THE WEARY BIBBERS GO ALONG THE SHAMEFUL STREET WITH MERRY VOICE AND FLITTING WINGS THE BIRDS ACCLAIM THE EAST BUT STILL THE MAGIC WINTNA BRINGS NEW FLAGONS TO THE FEAST
phonemes: dˈeɪ blˈɔsəmz ɪnðə wˈɜːld bᵻlˈoʊ, ænd wɪð ɹᵻlˈʌktənt fˈiːt aɪ hˈɪɹ ðə wˈɪɹi bˈɪbɚz ɡˌoʊ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ʃˈeɪmfəl stɹˈiːt ; wɪð mˈɛɹi vˈɔɪs ænd flˈɪɾɪŋ wˈɪŋz ðə bˈɜːdz ɐklˈeɪm ðɪ ˈiːst, bˌʌt stˈɪl ðə mˈædʒɪk vˈɪntnɚ bɹˈɪŋz nˈuː flˈæɡənz tə ðə fˈiːst.