In my state of madness, I rushed straight toward the wilderness, just as a hand moves instinctively toward one's collar.

In classical Urdu poetry, true madness in love is marked by two reflex actions: tearing one's collar and fleeing civilization for the barren desert. Here, the poet captures this state through an effortless simile, showing that his rush into the wild wasn't calculated, but as swift and instinctive as a grieving lover's hand flying to tear open his shirt. It speaks to that overwhelming stage of heartache where seeking absolute isolation is no longer a choice, but an involuntary urge of the tormented soul.