Lest this keepsake slip from your hand in anger, take my torn collar gathered in the hem of your garment as you leave.

In this tender and ironic verse, the poet turns an act of pure fury into a sacred keepsake of intimacy. When the beloved tears at the lover's collar in anger, rather than pulling away, the lover playfully elevates that torn fabric into a precious token of love. He gently advises them not to drop it in their haste, urging them to tuck it safely into their own hem—showing that to a devoted lover, even the beloved's wrath is a treasure worth preserving.