text_original: The camel crouched by the crumbling wall, And oh the pitiful moan it made! The minarets, taper and slim and tall, Reeled and swam in the brazen light; And prayers went up by day and night, But thin and drawn were the lips that prayed.
text_transcription: THE CAMEL CROUCHED BY THE CRUMBLING WALL AND OH THE PITIFUL MOAN IT MADE THE MINARETS TAPER AND SLIM AND TALL REELED AND SWAM IN THE BRAZEN LIGHT AND PRAYERS WENT UP BY DAY AND NIGHT BUT THIN AND DRAWN WERE THE LIPS THAT PRAYED
phonemes: ðə kˈæməl kɹˈaʊtʃt baɪ ðə kɹˈʌmblɪŋ wˈɔːl, ænd ˈoʊ ðə pˈɪɾifəl mˈoʊn ɪt mˈeɪd! ðə mˌɪnɚɹˈɛts, tˈeɪpɚɹ ænd slˈɪm ænd tˈɔːl, ɹˈiːld ænd swˈæm ɪnðə bɹˈeɪzən lˈaɪt; ænd pɹˈɛɹz wɛnt ˌʌp baɪ dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt, bˌʌt θˈɪn ænd dɹˈɔːn wɜː ðə lˈɪps ðæt pɹˈeɪd.