text_original: YOUR rose is dead , They said. The Grand Mogul — for so her splendour Exceeded, masterful, it seemed her due By dominant male titles to commend her : But I, her lover, knew That myriad coloured blackness, wrought with fire.
text_transcription: HERE ROSE IS DEAD THEY SAID THE GRAND MOGOOL FOR SO HER SPLENDOR EXCEEDED MASTERFUL IT SEEMED HER DUE BY DOMINANT MALE TITLES TO COMMEND HER BUT I HER LOVER KNEW THAT MYRIAD COLOURED BLACKNESS WROUGHT WITH FIRE
phonemes: jʊɹ ɹˈoʊz ɪz dˈɛd , ðeɪ sˈɛd. ðə ɡɹˈænd mˈoʊɡəl — fɔːɹ sˌoʊ hɜː splˈɛndɚɹ ɛksˈiːdᵻd, mˈæstɚfəl, ɪt sˈiːmd hɜː dˈuː baɪ dˈɑːmɪnənt mˈeɪl tˈaɪɾəlz tə kəmˈɛnd hɜː : bˌʌt ˈaɪ, hɜː lˈʌvɚ, nˈuː ðæt mˈɪɹɪˌæd kˈʌlɚd blˈæknəs, ɹˈɔːt wɪð fˈaɪɚ.