text_original: O fragrant kisses of a goddess among the dews! O ambrosia of love in the world's youth time! Dost thou also love, O Goddess? But ours is a wearied race; Sad is thy face, O Aurora, when thou risest over our towers.
text_transcription: O FRAGRANT KISSES OF A GODDESS AMONG THE DEWS O AMBROSIA OF LOVE IN THE WORLD'S YOUTH TIME DOST THOU ALSO LOVE O GODDESS BUT OURS IS A WEARIED RACE SAD IS THY FACE O AURORA WHEN THOU RISEST OVER OUR TOWERS
phonemes: ˈoʊ fɹˈeɪɡɹənt kˈɪsᵻz əvə ɡˈɑːdəs ɐmˌʌŋ ðə dˈuːz! ˈoʊ æmbɹˈoʊʒə ʌv lˈʌv ɪnðə wˈɜːldz jˈuːθ tˈaɪm! dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ ˈɔːlsoʊ lˈʌv, ˈoʊ ɡˈɑːdəs? bˌʌt aʊɚz ɪz ɐ wˈɪɹid ɹˈeɪs; sˈæd ɪz ðˌaɪ fˈeɪs, ˈoʊ ɔːɹˈɔːɹə, wˌɛn ðˈaʊ ɹˈaɪsɪst ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ tˈaʊɚz.