text_original: Sleep, mother, sleep, for thy work is now done, Thy course is accomplished, the victory won! Doubts and fears can no longer arise in thy path, Nor tempest cloud hover with threatening wrath.
text_transcription: SLEEP MOTHER SLEEP FOR THY WORK IS NOW DONE THY COURSE IS ACCOMPLISHED THE VICTORY WON DOUBTS AND FEARS CAN NO LONGER ARISE IN THY PATH NOR TEMPEST CLOUD HOVER WITH THREATENING WRATH
phonemes: slˈiːp, mˈʌðɚ, slˈiːp, fɔːɹ ðˌaɪ wˈɜːk ɪz nˈaʊ dˈʌn, ðˌaɪ kˈɔːɹs ɪz ɐkˈɑːmplɪʃt, ðə vˈɪktɚɹi wˈʌn! dˈaʊts ænd fˈɪɹz kæn nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ ɚɹˈaɪz ɪn ðˌaɪ pˈæθ, nˈɔːɹ tˈɛmpɪst klˈaʊd hˈʌvɚ wɪð θɹˈɛʔn̩ɪŋ ɹˈæθ.