text_original: The lean muezzin could not cry; The dogs ran mad, and bayed the sky; The hot sun shone like a copper disk, And prone in the shade of an obelisk The water carrier sank with a sigh, For limp and dry was his water skin; And the wind from the desert blew in. The camel crouched by the crumbling wall, And oh the pitiful moan it made!
text_transcription: THE LEAN MUESIM COULD NOT CRY THE DOGS RAN MAD AND BAYED THE SKY THE HOT SUN SHONE LIKE A COPPER DISK AND PRONE IN THE SHADE OF AN OBELISK THE WATER CARRIER SANK WITH A SIGH FOR LIMP AND DRY WAS HIS WATER SKIN AND THE WIND FROM THE DESERT BLEW IN THE CAMEL CROUCHED BY THE CRUMBLING WALL AND OH THE PITIFUL MOAN IT MADE
phonemes: ðə lˈiːn mjˈuːzɪn kʊd nˌɑːt kɹˈaɪ; ðə dˈɑːɡz ɹˈæn mˈæd, ænd bˈeɪd ðə skˈaɪ; ðə hˈɑːt sˈʌn ʃˈɑːn lˈaɪk ɐ kˈɑːpɚ dˈɪsk, ænd pɹˈoʊn ɪnðə ʃˈeɪd əvən ˈɑːbəlɪsk ðə wˈɔːɾɚ kˈæɹiɚ sˈæŋk wɪð ɐ sˈaɪ, fɔːɹ lˈɪmp ænd dɹˈaɪ wʌz hɪz wˈɔːɾɚ skˈɪn; ænd ðə wˈɪnd fɹʌmðə dˈɛzɚt blˈuː ˈɪn. ðə kˈæməl kɹˈaʊtʃt baɪ ðə kɹˈʌmblɪŋ wˈɔːl, ænd ˈoʊ ðə pˈɪɾifəl mˈoʊn ɪt mˈeɪd!