Libanon, love of my heart, the sacred land which holds the ancient heritage of the Phoenicians. The magical land of the Cedar Tree. May God cover your land with the wings of His Angels and let no harm get any close to you.
Your South is in the mouth of the rotten Beast. It seems crushing one diamond has not scrached up its hoof. The weaks are still staying silent, while the toxic is spreading out from the blue star pushed by the Great Liar.
For all the Cedar and Oil Tree of our future Garden of Eden, your roots are deeper than the others, reaches back to time of great achivements. Use those roots to channel strength until we gather all to settle the storm.