The veil is an elixir for the wanderer of love, and my fire is ignited by your delayed grace.

This couplet beautifully captures the agonizing nature of longing. The poet suggests that while the veil (hijab) itself is intoxicating for a wanderer in the streets of love, the true source of passion is not the sight, but the beloved's delay. The delay, the hesitation—that is what fuels the lover's deepest fire. It’s the anticipation, the uncertainty, that makes love so intensely beautiful and painful.