O fate, expel the unfortunate ones from the garden in such a manner that at least a few flowers remain in their hem to protect them like a shield.

Here, the poet makes a poignant plea to fate: if exile from the garden of joy and love is inevitable, let it happen with a touch of grace. The few flowers gathered in the lap represent precious memories, which can serve as a shield against the harsh blows of the cold world outside. It beautifully captures that tender human wish to carry just enough lingering sweetness from a lost paradise to survive whatever hardships lie ahead.