text_original: Ere arose the star of evening, Iron ore had left the marshes, From the water beds had risen. Had been carried to the furnace, In the fire the smith had laid it, Laid it in his smelting furnace. Ilmarinen starts the bellows, Gives three motions of the handle, And the iron flows in streamlets From the forge of the magician, Soon becomes like baker's leaven. Soft as dough for bread of barley.
text_transcription: ERE AROSE THE STAR OF EVENING IRON ORE HAD LEFT THE MARSHES FROM THE WATER BEDS HAD RISEN HAD BEEN CARRIED TO THE FURNACE IN THE FIRE THE SMITH HAD LAID IT LAID IT IN HIS SMELTING FURNACE ILL MARINE UNSTARTS THE BELLOWS GIVES THREE MOTIONS OF THE HANDLE AND THE IRON FLOWS IN STREAMLETS FROM THE FORGE OF THE MAGICIAN SOON BECOMES LIKE BAKER'S LEAVEN SOFT AS DOUGH FOR BREAD OF BARLEY
phonemes: ˈɛɹ ɚɹˈoʊz ðə stˈɑːɹ ʌv ˈiːvnɪŋ, ˈaɪɚn ˈɔːɹ hæd lˈɛft ðə mˈɑːɹʃᵻz, fɹʌmðə wˈɔːɾɚ bˈɛdz hæd ɹˈɪzən. hɐdbɪn kˈæɹid tə ðə fˈɜːnɪs, ɪnðə fˈaɪɚ ðə smˈɪθ hæd lˈeɪd ɪt, lˈeɪd ɪɾ ɪn hɪz smˈɛltɪŋ fˈɜːnɪs. ˈɪlmɚɹˌaɪnən stˈɑːɹts ðə bˈɛloʊz, ɡˈɪvz θɹˈiː mˈoʊʃənz ʌvðə hˈændəl, ænd ðɪ ˈaɪɚn flˈoʊz ɪn stɹˈiːmlɪts fɹʌmðə fˈɔːɹdʒ ʌvðə mɐdʒˈɪʃən, sˈuːn bɪkˌʌmz lˈaɪk bˈeɪkɚz lˈɛvən. sˈɔft æz dˈoʊ fɔːɹ bɹˈɛd ʌv bˈɑːɹli.