text_original: The river writhed in its slimy bed, Shrunk to a tortuous, turbid thread; The burnt earth cracked like a cloven rind; And still the wind, the ruthless wind, Khamsin, The wind from the desert blew in.
text_transcription: THE RIVER WRITHED IN ITS SLIMY BED SHRUNK TO A TORTUOUS TURBID THREAD THE BURNT EARTH CRACKED LIKE A CLOVEN RIND AND STILL THE WIND THE RUTHLESS WIND CAMSON THE WIND FROM THE DESERT BLEW IN
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɪvɚ ɹˈaɪðd ɪn ɪts slˈaɪmi bˈɛd, ʃɹˈʌŋk tʊ ɐ tˈɔːɹtʃuːəs, tˈɜːbɪd θɹˈɛd; ðə bˈɜːnt ˈɜːθ kɹˈækt lˈaɪk ɐ klˈoʊvən ɹˈaɪnd; ænd stˈɪl ðə wˈɪnd, ðə ɹˈuːθləs wˈɪnd, kˈɑːmzɪn, ðə wˈɪnd fɹʌmðə dˈɛzɚt blˈuː ˈɪn.