text_original: With the old sweet love and the old fierce pain I have battled hour by hour; But the fates have willed that the strife is vain. Alone in the hour my thoughts have reign, And I yield myself to their power.
text_transcription: WITH THE OLD SWEET LOVE AND THE OLD FIERCE PAIN I HAVE BATTLED HOUR BY HOUR BUT THE FATES HAVE WILLED THAT THE STRIFE IS VAIN ALONE IN THE HOUR MY THOUGHTS HAVE REIGNED AND I YIELD MYSELF TO THEIR POWER
phonemes: wɪððɪ ˈoʊld swˈiːt lˈʌv ænd ðɪ ˈoʊld fˈɪɹs pˈeɪn aɪ hæv bˈæɾəld ˈaʊɚ baɪ ˈaʊɚ; bˌʌt ðə fˈeɪts hæv wˈɪld ðætðə stɹˈaɪf ɪz vˈeɪn. ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðɪ ˈaʊɚ maɪ θˈɔːts hæv ɹˈeɪn, ænd aɪ jˈiːld maɪsˈɛlf tə ðɛɹ pˈaʊɚ.