text_original: Nor shall Iran, beloved of her hero, forget thee   Though tyrants watch over her tears as they start, Close, close by the side of that hero she'll set thee, Embalmed in the innermost shrine of her heart.
text_transcription: NOR SHALL I RAN BELOVED OF HER HERO FORGET THEE THOUGH TYRANTS WATCH OVER HER TEARS AS THEY START CLOSE CLOSE BY THE SIDE OF THAT HERO SHE'LL SET THEE EMBALMED IN THE INNERMOST SHRINE OF HER HEART
phonemes: nˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl ɪɹˈæn, bᵻlˈʌvd ʌv hɜː hˈiəɹoʊ, fɚɡˈɛt ðiː ðˌoʊ tˈaɪɹənts wˈɑːtʃ ˌoʊvɚ hɜː tˈɪɹz æz ðeɪ stˈɑːɹt, klˈoʊs, klˈoʊs baɪ ðə sˈaɪd ʌv ðæt hˈiəɹoʊ ʃiːl sˈɛt ðˈiː, ɛmbˈɑːmd ɪnðɪ ˈɪnɚmˌoʊst ʃɹˈaɪn ʌv hɜː hˈɑːɹt.