Yes, what concern do you have with the intensity of my grief? And indeed, I too no longer remember the soothing breeze of your hem.

There is such bitter pride and wounded tenderness in these lines. The lover puts up a defiant front, sarcastically snapping that the beloved has no business worrying about their grief, while claiming they have forgotten every soothing touch of the beloved's hem. Yet, the repetitive, defensive 'yes, yes' betrays the facade—showing that beneath this stubborn denial lies a heart that still desperately longs for that lost comfort.