Lebanon X Poem by Taher Shemaly

Here we are, among the marching fellows
the stars of heavens and the greenish meadows
those of golden flags high in the wind blows
these are the men of the lead

When the sun far away in its glancing
or the moon playing with its bouncing
comes the army under the Lord it's marching
and the glory they will seize

Banners are high and faithful
dignity's abundant and plentiful
wherever the wind would go
they chase it back and fro
salute the men of highness
and pray out not in silence
here comes the princes of those kings
the rising sun from the deepest abyss

And when here goes my heart flying
upon the knocked down and the smiling
surely for the victory shall I be defining
for the martyrs that fall asleep

Upon the white mountain comes the banner
of the cedar and the greenish smile of honor
glorify be every fighter and every donor
and those who will rest in peace

Banners are high and faithful
dignity's abundant and plentiful
wherever the wind would go
they chase it back and fro
salute the men of highness
and pray out not in silence
here comes the princes of those kings
the rising sun from the deepest abyss