text_original: There the proud vizier lets loose his falcon. Bids him pounce upon a gold wing'd swimmer; But the falcon turned his glances upwards, And he mounted to the clouds of heaven.
text_transcription: THERE THE PROUD VIZIR LETS LOOSE HIS FALCON BIDS HIM POUNCE UPON A GOLD WINGED SWIMMER BUT THE FALCON TURNED HIS GLANCES UPWARDS AND HE MOUNTED TO THE CLOUDS OF HEAVEN
phonemes: ðɛɹ ðə pɹˈaʊd vˈaɪziɚ lˈɛts lˈuːs hɪz fˈælkən. bˈɪdz hˌɪm pˈaʊns əpˌɑːn ɐ ɡˈoʊld wˈɪŋd swˈɪmɚ; bˌʌt ðə fˈælkən tˈɜːnd hɪz ɡlˈænsᵻz ˈʌpwɚdz, ænd hiː mˈaʊntᵻd tə ðə klˈaʊdz ʌv hˈɛvən.