text_original: RANIERI. TO the lute Ranieri played, Once beneath the jasmine shade In a June bright bower imprisoned, Many a Pisan beauty listened, Velvet eyed, with head propped under Her gold hair's uncoifed wonder; Like the rich sun blooded roses Whom the wind o'ertakes in poses Of some marble still delight, On the dewy verge of night.
text_transcription: RANIERI TO THE LOUT RAGNERIE PLAYED ONCE BENEATH THE JESSMINE SHADE IN A JUNE BRIGHT BOWER IMPRISONED MANY A PEASANT BEAUTY LISTENED VELVET EYED WITH HEAD PROPPED UNDER HER GOLD HAIR'S UNCOIFED WONDER LIKE THE RICH SUN BLOODED ROSES WHOM THE WIND OVERTAKES IN POSES OF SOME MARBLE STILL DELIGHT ON THE DEWY VERGE OF NIGHT
phonemes: ɹˈænɪɹi. tuː ðə lˈuːt ɹˈænɪɹi plˈeɪd, wˈʌns bᵻnˌiːθ ðə dʒˈæzmɪn ʃˈeɪd ɪn ɐ dʒˈuːn bɹˈaɪt bˈaʊɚɹ ɪmpɹˈɪzənd, mˈɛni ɐ pˈɪsən bjˈuːɾi lˈɪsənd, vˈɛlvɪt ˈaɪd, wɪð hˈɛd pɹˈɑːpt ˌʌndɚ hɜː ɡˈoʊld hˈɛɹz ʌŋkˈɔɪft wˈʌndɚ; lˈaɪk ðə ɹˈɪtʃ sˈʌn blˈʌdᵻd ɹˈoʊzᵻz hˈuːm ðə wˈɪnd ˈɔːɹɾeɪks ɪn pˈoʊzᵻz ʌv sˌʌm mˈɑːɹbəl stˈɪl dᵻlˈaɪt, ɔnðə dˈuːi vˈɜːdʒ ʌv nˈaɪt.