text_original: Flushed thy cheeks, with white breast panting, thou runnest To the sovereign of worlds, to the fair flaming Suria. And he joins, and, in a bow, stretches around his mighty neck Thy rosy arms; but at his terrible glances thou fleest.
text_transcription: FLUSHED THY CHEEKS WITH WHITE BREAST PANTING THOU RUNNEST TO THE SOVEREIGN OF WORLDS TO THE FAIR FLAMING SYRIA AND HE JOINS AND IN A BOW STRETCHES AROUND HIS MIGHTY NECK THY ROSY ARMS BUT AT HIS TERRIBLE GLANCES THOU FLEEEST
phonemes: flˈʌʃt ðˌaɪ tʃˈiːks, wɪð wˈaɪt bɹˈɛst pˈæntɪŋ, ðˈaʊ ɹˈʌnɪst tə ðə sˈɑːvɚɹˌɪn ʌv wˈɜːldz, tə ðə fˈɛɹ flˈeɪmɪŋ sˈɜːɹiə. ænd hiː dʒˈɔɪnz, ænd, ɪn ɐ bˈoʊ, stɹˈɛtʃᵻz ɚɹˈaʊnd hɪz mˈaɪɾi nˈɛk ðˌaɪ ɹˈoʊzi ˈɑːɹmz; bˌʌt æt hɪz tˈɛɹᵻbəl ɡlˈænsᵻz ðˈaʊ flˈiːst.