text_original: Now with the marriage of the lip and beaker Let Joy be born! and in the rosy shine, The slanting starlight of the lifted liquor, Let Care, the hag, be drowned! No more repine At all life's ills! Come, bury them in wine!
text_transcription: NOW WITH THE MARRIAGE OF THE LIP AND BEAKER LET JOY BE BORN AND IN THE ROSY SHINE THE SLANTING STARLIGHT OF THE LIFTED LIQUOR LET CARE THE HAG BE DROWNED NO MORE REPINE AT ALL LIFE'S ILLS COME BURY THEM IN WINE
phonemes: nˈaʊ wɪððə mˈæɹɪdʒ ʌvðə lˈɪp ænd bˈiːkɚ lˈɛt dʒˈɔɪ biː bˈɔːɹn! ænd ɪnðə ɹˈoʊzi ʃˈaɪn, ðə slˈæntɪŋ stˈɑːɹlaɪt ʌvðə lˈɪftᵻd lˈɪkɚ, lˈɛt kˈɛɹ, ðə hˈæɡ, biː dɹˈaʊnd! nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɹᵻpˈaɪn æɾ ˈɔːl lˈaɪfz ˈɪlz! kˈʌm, bˈɛɹi ðˌɛm ɪn wˈaɪn!