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Sound Power With Plane Sound Waves

Between sound power and other important acoustic values there is the following relationship:


P_\mathrm{ac} = \xi^2 \cdot \omega^2 \cdot Z \cdot A = v^2 \cdot Z \cdot A = \frac{a^2 \cdot Z \cdot A}{\omega^2} = \frac{p^2 \cdot A}{Z} = E \cdot c \cdot A = I \cdot A\,

where:

Symbol Units Meaning
p Pa sound pressure
f Hz frequency
ξ m particle displacement
c m/s speed of sound
v m/s particle velocity
ω = 2πf rad/s angular frequency
ρ kg/m3 density of air
Z = c · ρ N·s/m³ acoustic impedance
a m/s² particle acceleration
I W/m² sound intensity
E W·s/m³ sound energy density
Pac W sound power or acoustic power
A area

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