text_original: Thine, in thy powerful hand, before mankind Sprang from the womb of nature, blazed the sword, Forged in the vital heat creation poured, White from its core and tempered in the wind, That walked through chaos down the cold expanse Of lucent solitude from sun to sun ! O sign of life when life was unbegun, This life of earth where death is circumstance
text_transcription: THINE IN THY POWERFUL HAND BEFORE MANKIND SPRANG FROM THE WOMB OF NATURE BLAZED THE SWORD FORGED IN THE VITAL HEAT CREATION POURED WHITE FROM ITS CORE AND TEMPERED IN THE WIND THAT WALKED THROUGH CHAOS DOWN THE COLD EXPANSE OF LOOSENED SOLITUDE FROM SUN TO SUN OH SIGN OF LIFE WHEN LIFE WAS UNBEGONE THIS LIFE OF EARTH WHERE DEATH IS CIRCUMSTANCE
phonemes: ðˈaɪn, ɪn ðˌaɪ pˈaʊɚfəl hˈænd, bᵻfˌɔːɹ mæŋkˈaɪnd spɹˈæŋ fɹʌmðə wˈuːm ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ, blˈeɪzd ðə sˈɔːɹd, fˈɔːɹdʒd ɪnðə vˈaɪɾəl hˈiːt kɹiːˈeɪʃən pˈɔːɹd, wˈaɪt fɹʌm ɪts kˈɔːɹ ænd tˈɛmpɚd ɪnðə wˈɪnd, ðæt wˈɔːkt θɹuː kˈeɪɑːs dˌaʊn ðə kˈoʊld ɛkspˈæns ʌv lˈuːsənt sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd fɹʌm sˈʌn tə sˈʌn ! ˈoʊ sˈaɪn ʌv lˈaɪf wɛn lˈaɪf wʌz ʌnbɪɡˈʌn, ðɪs lˈaɪf ʌv ˈɜːθ wˌɛɹ dˈɛθ ɪz sˈɜːkəmstˌæns