text_original: They will not heed the warning Blown back on every wind, For hope is born with morning, The secret is behind. Whirled through in wild confusion They pass the narrow strait, To the sea of disillusion That lies beyond the gate.
text_transcription: THEY WILL NOT HEED THE WARNING BLOWN BACK ON EVERY WIND FOR HOPE IS BORN WITH MORNING THE SECRET IS BEHIND WHIRLED THROUGH IN WILD CONFUSION THEY PASS THE NARROW STRAIT TO THE SEA OF DISILLUSION THAT LIES BEYOND THE GATE
phonemes: ðeɪ wɪl nˌɑːt hˈiːd ðə wˈɔːɹnɪŋ blˈoʊn bˈæk ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi wˈɪnd, fɔːɹ hˈoʊp ɪz bˈɔːɹn wɪð mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ðə sˈiːkɹᵻt ɪz bᵻhˈaɪnd. wˈɜːld θɹuː ɪn wˈaɪld kənfjˈuːʒən ðeɪ pˈæs ðə nˈæɹoʊ stɹˈeɪt, tə ðə sˈiː ʌv dɪsɪlˈuːʒən ðæt lˈaɪz bᵻjˌɔnd ðə ɡˈeɪt.