Is Gnóthach Mo Bhéal Le D'Ainm (Busy My Mouth With Your Name) Poem by Taher Shemaly

In the middle of my tears I've became
and you've drawn the smile upon this face
Though in distant land I had to be
but from distant lands I felt your grace
Is gnóthach mo bhéal le d'ainm
mo chroí, don't say goodbye, don't leave the place

Blind you were not, but just my luck
to find each other at the end of the way
Curse not, be sad not, it is your luck
just destined by a Holy all along the way
Is gnóthach mo bhéal le d'ainm
mo chroí, don't say goodbye, wish you to stay

I shall thank for wishes to me all my life
and wish to thee blessings from heart to heart
It is not by closeness shall happiness become
but by whiteness of hearts though they are apart
Is gnóthach mo bhéal le d'ainm
mo chroí, don't say goodbye, though times so hard