text_original: Rocks and metals do not murmur At the hands of the invader. "Torture daughter of Tuoni, Sitting on the mount of anguish, At the junction of three rivers, Turning rocks of pain and torture, Turn away these fell diseases Through the virtues of the blue stone; Lead them to the water channels, Sink them in the deeps of ocean, Where the winds can never find them, Where the sunlight never enters.
text_transcription: ROCKS AND METALS DO NOT MURMUR AT THE HANDS OF THE INVADER TORTURE DAUGHTER OF TAUNI SITTING ON THE MOUND OF ANGUISH AT THE JUNCTION OF THREE RIVERS TURNING ROCKS OF PAIN AND TORTURE TURN AWAY THESE FELL DISEASES THROUGH THE VIRTUES OF THE BLUESTONE LEAD THEM TO THE WATER CHANNELS SINK THEM IN THE DEEPS OF OCEAN WHERE THE WINDS CAN NEVER FIND THEM WHERE THE SUNLIGHT NEVER ENTERS
phonemes: ɹˈɑːks ænd mˈɛɾəlz duːnˌɑːt mˈɜːmɚɹ æt ðə hˈændz ʌvðɪ ɪnvˈeɪdɚ. "tˈɔːɹtʃɚ dˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv tʃuːˈoʊni, sˈɪɾɪŋ ɔnðə mˈaʊnt ʌv ˈæŋɡwɪʃ, æt ðə dʒˈʌŋkʃən ʌv θɹˈiː ɹˈɪvɚz, tˈɜːnɪŋ ɹˈɑːks ʌv pˈeɪn ænd tˈɔːɹtʃɚ, tˈɜːn ɐwˈeɪ ðiːz fˈɛl dɪzˈiːzᵻz θɹuː ðə vˈɜːtʃuːz ʌvðə blˈuː stˈoʊn; lˈiːd ðˌɛm tə ðə wˈɔːɾɚ tʃˈænəlz, sˈɪŋk ðˌɛm ɪnðə dˈiːps ʌv ˈoʊʃən, wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɪndz kæn nˈɛvɚ fˈaɪnd ðˌɛm, wˌɛɹ ðə sˈʌnlaɪt nˈɛvɚɹ ˈɛntɚz.