When they pass through my street in a palanquin, they do not even let the bearers switch shoulders so that they do not have to pause even for a moment.

This couplet paints a vivid picture of the beloved's dramatic indifference and playful cruelty. As her palanquin moves through the lover's street, she forbids the bearers from even pausing to switch shoulders, ensuring they rush past without a second's delay. She knows the lover is yearning desperately for a fleeting glance, and by denying him even a momentary stop, she turns her quick passage into a sweet, agonizing torment.