text_original: Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame, And she, who makes the peaceful lyre submit, Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame And yours by my weak wit. But who may fitly sing of Mars array'd In adamant mail, or Merion, black with dust Of Troy, or Tydeus' son by Pallas' aid Strong against gods to thrust?
text_transcription: VAST WERE THE TASK I FEEBLE INBORN SHAME AND SHE WHO MAKES THE PEACEFUL LIAR SUBMIT FORBID ME TO IMPAIR GREAT CAESAR'S FAME AND YOURS BY MY WEAK WIT BUT WHO MAY FITLY SING OF MARS ARRAYED IN ADAMANT MAIL OR MARION BLACK WITH DUST OF TROY OR TIDIEST SUN BY PALES EIGHT STRONG AGAINST GODS TO THRUST
phonemes: vˈæst wɜː ðə tˈæsk, aɪ fˈiːbəl; ˈɪnbɔːɹn ʃˈeɪm, ænd ʃiː, hˌuː mˌeɪks ðə pˈiːsfəl lˈaɪɚ səbmˈɪt, fɚbˈɪd mˌiː tʊ ɪmpˈɛɹ ɡɹˈeɪt sˈiːzɚz fˈeɪm ænd jˈɔːɹz baɪ maɪ wˈiːk wˈɪt. bˌʌt hˌuː mˈeɪ fˈɪtli sˈɪŋ ʌv mˈɑːɹz ɚɹˈeɪd ɪn ˈædəmənt mˈeɪl, ɔːɹ mˈɪɹiən, blˈæk wɪð dˈʌst ʌv tɹˈɔɪ, ɔːɹ tˈaɪdɪəs sˈʌn baɪ pˈæləs ˈeɪd stɹˈɔŋ ɐɡˈɛnst ɡˈɑːdz tə θɹˈʌst?