। ॥ १५ ॥
In plain words
In one place formless, in another wearing form, and spotless either way — his own Śiva-nature, showing up as many through the differences of the guṇas. Sometimes he sees a marvel and the thought rises, “What is this?” Sometimes he simply thrills with delight. The sage, his darkness cut away by the Guru's dīkṣā, does not fall into vyāmoha.
Close to the Sanskrit
Somewhere formless, and somewhere also with form, spotless, his own Śiva-nature, manifold through the difference of various guṇas — sometimes seeing a wonder, thinking 'what is this?', and sometimes even thrilling with delight, the sage, his darkness destroyed by the Guru's dīkṣā, does not fall into vyāmoha.