text_original: For him, in my feeble age, I dared the battle's rage, To save Byzantium's state, When the tents of Zabergan Like snowdrifts overran The road to the Golden Gate.
text_transcription: FOR HIM IN MY FEEBLE AGE I DARED THE BATTLE'S RAGE TO SAVE BYZANTIUM STATE WHEN THE TENTS OF ZABURGAN LIKE SNOW DRIFTS OVERRAN THE ROAD TO THE GOLDEN GATE
phonemes: fɔːɹ hˌɪm, ɪn maɪ fˈiːbəl ˈeɪdʒ, aɪ dˈɛɹd ðə bˈæɾəlz ɹˈeɪdʒ, tə sˈeɪv bɪzˈæntiəmz stˈeɪt, wˌɛn ðə tˈɛnts ʌv zˈæbɚɡən lˈaɪk snˈoʊdɹɪfts ˌoʊvɚɹˈæn ðə ɹˈoʊd tə ðə ɡˈoʊldən ɡˈeɪt.