। ॥ ९२ ॥
In plain words
I am not body or senses, not restless, perishing Manas, not Buddhi and not Prāṇa. How could I be any part of this insentient collection? Ahaṅkāra, the claim of ‘I,’ and all that it calls mine—spouse, home, children, kin, land and wealth—stand far away. I am Śiva, the auspicious consciousness: the witness, Pratyagātma within, and the ground on which the whole universe rests.
Close to the Sanskrit
I am not the body or the senses; I am not the perishing, extremely restless Manas, the mind, nor Buddhi, the intellect, nor Prāṇa, the vital breath. How could I be this whole collection of insentient objects? I am not Ahaṅkāra—the ‘I’-maker—nor spouse, home, children, relatives, land, wealth and the rest; all are far away. I am Śiva, the auspicious one: the witness, Cit, Pratyagātma, and the ground of the entire universe.