text_original: Indra and Soma, Twain gods and mighty, Plenteously fed ye the hungering Kine; 3 H\'MN TO IXDR.\ AND SO:\IA Swelling with pearl tinted milk the lean udders, Gathered the far roving, many hued Kine; — All the Cloud glories, ye Twain gods are thine
text_transcription: INDRA AND SOMA TWAIN GODS AND MIGHTY PLENTEOUSLY FED YE THE HUNGERING KINE SWELLING WITH PEARL TINTED MILK THE LEAN OTHERS GATHERED THE FAR ROVING MANY EWED KINE ALL THE CLOUD GLORIES YET TWAIN GODS ARE THINE
phonemes: ˈɪndɹə ænd sˈoʊmə, twˈeɪn ɡˈɑːdz ænd mˈaɪɾi, plˈɛntiəsli fˈɛd jiː ðə hˈʌŋɡɚɹɪŋ kˈaɪn; θɹˈiː ˈeɪtʃ bˈækslæʃ ˌɛmˈɛn tuː ˈɪksdɚ.bˈækslæʃ ænd sˈoʊ:bˈækslæʃ ˌaɪˈeɪ swˈɛlɪŋ wɪð pˈɜːl tˈɪntᵻd mˈɪlk ðə lˈiːn ˈʌdɚz, ɡˈæðɚd ðə fˈɑːɹ ɹˈoʊvɪŋ, mˈɛni hjˈuːd kˈaɪn; — ˈɔːl ðə klˈaʊd ɡlˈɔːɹiz, jiː twˈeɪn ɡˈɑːdz ɑːɹ ðˈaɪn