text_original: I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day. The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny.
text_transcription: I STAY MY HASTE I MAKE DELAYS FOR WHAT AVAILS THIS EAGER PACE I STAND AMID THE ETERNAL WAYS AND WHAT IS MINE SHALL KNOW MY FACE ASLEEP AWAKE BY NIGHT OR DAY THE FRIENDS I SEEK ARE SEEKING ME NO WIND CAN DRIVE MY BARK ASTRAY NOR CHANGE THE TIDE OF DESTINY
phonemes: aɪ stˈeɪ maɪ hˈeɪst, aɪ mˌeɪk dᵻlˈeɪz, fɔːɹ wʌt ɐvˈeɪlz ðɪs ˈiːɡɚ pˈeɪs? aɪ stˈænd ɐmˈɪd ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl wˈeɪz, ænd wʌt ɪz mˈaɪn ʃˌæl nˈoʊ maɪ fˈeɪs. ɐslˈiːp, ɐwˈeɪk, baɪ nˈaɪt ɔːɹ dˈeɪ. ðə fɹˈɛndz aɪ sˈiːk ɑːɹ sˈiːkɪŋ mˌiː; nˈoʊ wˈɪnd kæn dɹˈaɪv maɪ bˈɑːɹk ɐstɹˈeɪ, nˈɔːɹ tʃˈeɪndʒ ðə tˈaɪd ʌv dˈɛstɪni.