text_original: Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world.
text_transcription: BOWED BY THE WEIGHT OF CENTURIES HE LEANS UPON HIS HOE AND GAZES ON THE GROUND THE EMPTINESS OF AGES IN HIS FACE AND ON HIS BACK THE BURDEN OF THE WORLD
phonemes: bˈaʊd baɪ ðə wˈeɪt ʌv sˈɛntʃɚɹiz hiː lˈiːnz əpˌɑːn hɪz hˈoʊ ænd ɡˈeɪzᵻz ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ðɪ ˈɛmptinəs ʌv ˈeɪdʒᵻz ɪn hɪz fˈeɪs, ænd ˌɔn hɪz bˈæk ðə bˈɜːdən ʌvðə wˈɜːld.