I Khw'ajah Najeeb A Lebanese Maronite Christian As my father, grandfather and great grandfathers And many generations beforeme had followed
I was born of Lebanese parents In the City of Peabody, Massachusetts, U.S.A. In the month of October 1939
This was by destiny of God the great That I should be born Lebanese United by love, without understanding
I Khw'ajah Najeeb Had trice my feet in the soil Of my ancestors' homeland and I salted the soil with my own tears of joy
I roamed untired from morn to eve Filling my eyes of the land of "Milk and Honey" the joy of all the earth
I walked where my father had walked So many years ago I felt as if I was walking in his shoes... Sleeping in the same air he breathe Eating his food...seeing with his eyes and Doing things as he must have done in his youth
How I longed to have walked With him in the mountains and valleys Feeling the ancient winds upon my face And listening to him tell his tales of his youth
Oh beloved, I sing the praises of my father's birthplace And long to have seen his home intact with the grandparents Yet only the foundation remained
I love my father's village With its mountains, rivers and valleys With the same love as of my own country Yet, Lebanon is my blood by inheritance
Returning back feels like a Prince entering his Kingdom The Lebanese saluting me with a Hello, "Khw'ajah Najeeb Karam"
Yet, I am no stranger on this Lebanese soil Or in this age. I know that I am part of it
My love is broad and deep and always in Lebanon. Oh, Lebanon, your memory is part of me...Where ever I may go I am proud to be Lebanese...
For I trice stood along with my inner thoughts On the summit of all that is fascinating and beautiful In the village of "Seer el Dunneyee", North Lebanon....