text_original: Phoebus and Dian, huntress fair, To day and always magnified, Bright lights of heaven, accord our prayer This holy tide, On which the Sibyl's volume wills That youths and maidens without stain To gods, who love the seven dear hills, Should chant the strain!
text_transcription: PHOEBUS AND DION HUNTERS FAIR TO DAY AND ALWAYS MAGNIFIED BRIGHT LIGHTS OF HEAVEN ACCORD OUR PRAYER THIS HOLY TIDE ON WHICH THE CIBIL'S VOLUME WILLS THAT YOUTHS AND MAIDENS WITHOUT STAIN TO GODS WHO LOVED THE SEVEN DEER HILLS SHOULD CHANT THE STRAIN
phonemes: fˈoʊbəs ænd daɪˈæn, hˈʌntɹəs fˈɛɹ, tə dˈeɪ ænd ˈɔːlweɪz mˈæɡnᵻfˌaɪd, bɹˈaɪt lˈaɪts ʌv hˈɛvən, ɐkˈɔːɹd ˌaʊɚ pɹˈɛɹ ðɪs hˈoʊli tˈaɪd, ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ðə sˈɪbɪlz vˈɑːljuːm wˈɪlz ðæt jˈuːθs ænd mˈeɪdənz wɪðˌaʊt stˈeɪn tə ɡˈɑːdz, hˌuː lˈʌv ðə sˈɛvən dˈɪɹ hˈɪlz, ʃˌʊd tʃˈænt ðə stɹˈeɪn!