text_original: Happier would be my lifetime, Should I serve my fellow beings, Serve as tools for their convenience. Than as implements of warfare. Slay my friends and nearest kindred. Wound the children of my mother."
text_transcription: HAPPIER WOULD BE MY LIFETIME SHOULD I SERVE MY FELLOW BEINGS SERVE AS TOOLS FOR THEIR CONVENIENCE THAN AS IMPLEMENTS OF WARFARE SLAY MY FRIENDS AND NEAREST KINDRED WOUNDED CHILDRE OF MY MOTHER
phonemes: hˈæpɪɚ wʊd biː maɪ lˈaɪftaɪm, ʃˌʊd aɪ sˈɜːv maɪ fˈɛloʊ bˈiːɪŋz, sˈɜːv æz tˈuːlz fɔːɹ ðɛɹ kənvˈiːnɪəns. ðɐn æz ˈɪmplɪmənts ʌv wˈɔːɹfɛɹ. slˈeɪ maɪ fɹˈɛndz ænd nˌɪɹɪst kˈɪndɹɪd. wˈuːnd ðə tʃˈɪldɹən ʌv maɪ mˈʌðɚ."