text_original: Sis  terly love, free solitude, unpraised creation, were to remain your most poignant joys. No touch of love, no hint of fame, no hours of ease, lie for you across the knees of Fate.
text_transcription: SISTERLY LOVE FREE SOLITUDE UNPRAISED CREATION WERE TO REMAIN YOUR MOST POIGNANT JOYS NO TOUCH OF LOVE NO HINT OF FAME NO HOURS OF EASE LIE FOR YOU ACROSS THE KNEES OF FATE
phonemes: sˈɪs tˈɜːli lˈʌv, fɹˈiː sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd, ʌnpɹˈeɪzd kɹiːˈeɪʃən, wɜː tə ɹᵻmˈeɪn jʊɹ mˈoʊst pˈɔɪnjənt dʒˈɔɪz. nˈoʊ tˈʌtʃ ʌv lˈʌv, nˈoʊ hˈɪnt ʌv fˈeɪm, nˈoʊ ˈaʊɚz ʌv ˈiːz, lˈaɪ fɔːɹ juː əkɹˌɑːs ðə nˈiːz ʌv fˈeɪt.