Friends why spend yourselves on the wings of time
Flying everywhere and nowhere to land
Look how the eagles dare the sky and climb
A wing reach and back on the cliffs to stand
Stop fanning to the four winds in eery land
Keep your devotion to your hills and wait
The God of all in all does understand
Your grim struggle against a cruel fate
Hence take the course steered by courage before
To uphold the lofty name of your brand*
On the way build your thews well to restore
The rhythm of love to the heart of your land
Pitch tents o’er the ash of your homes and stay
In the field of honor to live or die
‘Tis shameful to be car’free running away
Be eagle like keep your cliffs and defy
The alien foot treading on your threshold
To safeguard the grandeur of your trad’tion
By the lion limb you have had of old
The mighty shield of your true position
Come back put your foot down and your head up
Like proud Sannin on the breast of our land
With eyes looking the world from the top up
Our flag, down the years of the brine wash’ng sand
* sword
Beirut March, 1987