text_original: ] I AM poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate, And covers me with dust From the wheels of the august Justinian the Great.
text_transcription: I AM POOR AND OLD AND BLIND THE SUN BURNS ME AND THE WIND BLOWS THROUGH THE CITY GATE AND COVERS ME WITH DUST FROM THE WHEELS OF THE AUGUST JUSTINIAN THE GREAT
phonemes: ] aɪɐm pˈʊɹ ænd ˈoʊld ænd blˈaɪnd; ðə sˈʌn bˈɜːnz mˌiː, ænd ðə wˈɪnd blˈoʊz θɹuː ðə sˈɪɾi ɡˈeɪt, ænd kˈʌvɚz mˌiː wɪð dˈʌst fɹʌmðə wˈiːlz ʌvðɪ ˈɔːɡəst dʒʌstˈɪniən ðə ɡɹˈeɪt.