text_original: But the man whom thou awakest to life consuming labor, He, O ancient Youth, O Youth eternal, Still thoughtful admires thee, even as on the mountain The Aryan Fathers adored thee, standing amid their white oxen.
text_transcription: BUT THE MAN WHOM THOU AWAKEST TO LIFE CONSUMING LABOUR HE O ANCIENT YOUTH O YOUTH ETERNAL STILL THOUGHTFUL ADMIRES THEE EVEN AS ON THE MOUNTAIN THE ARIAN FATHERS ADORE THEE STANDING AMID THEIR WHITE OXEN
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə mˈæn hˈuːm ðˈaʊ ɐwˈeɪkɪst tə lˈaɪf kənsˈuːmɪŋ lˈeɪbɚ, hiː, ˈoʊ ˈeɪntʃənt jˈuːθ, ˈoʊ jˈuːθ ɪtˈɜːnəl, stˈɪl θˈɔːtfəl ɐdmˈaɪɚz ðˈiː, ˈiːvən æz ɔnðə mˈaʊntɪn ðɪ ˈɑːɹɹɪən fˈɑːðɚz ɐdˈɔːɹd ðˈiː, stˈændɪŋ ɐmˈɪd ðɛɹ wˈaɪt ˈɑːksən.