Who First Time Kissed

Neither the dense clouds, nor the winds exciting, You entered in her as a beauty inviting. It were you who rained on the soil too dry Here is a paradise; hell may be at the sky, It were you who danced as the showers It were you who sprung into flowers, Neither birds nor beasts, nor a human, or a Jinn, It's none else, wasn't me, who committed this sin, The weather was pleasant, and long were your arms, Drunk in the wine of your ecstatic charms It wasn't a girl, wet and visible in a suit of lawn Having dreamed a kiss in her teens she came as a dawn It wasn't a boy in the rains; she was difficult to be missed, It wasn't me, it were you, who first time kissed! And if the proceeding dusk lead to a moonlit night Don't hide your naughty face, it's too much bright.