text_original: Into the cool of the mosque it crept, Where the poor sought rest at the Prophet's shrine; Its breath was fire to the jasmine vine; It fevered the brow of the maid who slept, And men grew haggard with revel of wine.
text_transcription: INTO THE COOL OF THE MUSKET CREPT WHERE THE POOR SOUGHT REST AT THE PROPHET'S SHRINE ITS BREATH WAS FIRED TO THE JASMINE VINE IT FEVERED THE BROW OF THE MAID WHO SLEPT AND MEN GREW HAGGARD WITH REVEL OF WINE
phonemes: ˌɪntʊ ðə kˈuːl ʌvðə mˈɑːsk ɪt kɹˈɛpt, wˌɛɹ ðə pˈʊɹ sˈɔːt ɹˈɛst æt ðə pɹˈɑːfɪts ʃɹˈaɪn; ɪts bɹˈɛθ wʌz fˈaɪɚ tə ðə dʒˈæzmɪn vˈaɪn; ɪt fˈiːvɚd ðə bɹˈaʊ ʌvðə mˈeɪd hˌuː slˈɛpt, ænd mˈɛn ɡɹˈuː hˈæɡɚd wɪð ɹˈɛvəl ʌv wˈaɪn.