। ॥ १० ॥
In plain words
Some days the open sky is all he wears. Some days, fine robes. Some days a lion's hide slung across his waist. Steady in mind, niḥsaṅga — attached to nothing — gladdening the hearts of good people, the sage, his darkness cut away by the Guru's dīkṣā, does not fall into vyāmoha.
Close to the Sanskrit
Sometimes having the directions for his garment, and somewhere too wearing splendid robes, somewhere bearing even a hide sprung from the lion upon the slope of his hips — steady in mind, niḥsaṅga, producing joy in the hearts of good people, the sage does not fall into vyāmoha, his darkness cut away by the Guru's dīkṣā.