They sang to you,
Until the reeds grew hoarse,
They sang to you,
And you became the wine and the cup
You carried the name of the people
This is how much they slandered you
Your "I" became a sword
That repels harm at all times
Your "N" is intoxication and how
And the "D" drags seasons
All seasons of goodness
You rejoice at the meeting of fields
And you wake up to the sound of birds
And the "E" is the word of truth
On our duty is long:
Your people are hard to divide
United by love of the land
And "P"... No to the greedy and arrogant
We want the whole land
To be liberated and return
Upon it, the light will shine
And "E"... Oh, independence
The last letter of the word
Everything that comes to mind
Begins... Lebanon
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