1. The heart is gone, though its traces remain
The beauty, though its supplies endure

2. It left the country, like a pen that
Left the book while its ink flowed

3. It turned away, and justice's traces are our provision
From it, and the prayers of affection are its provision

4. Lebanon engraved its name atop its rocks
It won't fade until its hardness melts away

5. It cast upon it the desolation of its winding valleys
A yearning that its country complains of

6. Don't ask about its state after him
What state is someone whose heart has departed?