। ॥ १० ॥
In plain words
I do not remember Śaṅkara, who pervades every body—not while seated in the lotus, with the breath shaped by Praṇava, Oṃ, held within the subtle path; not as the inner heart grows quiet and dissolves and the radiance of the divine form called Śiva shines forth; not before the Liṅga, Śiva's emblem, or within the Brahma-vākya, the utterance of Brahman. Forgive my offense: Śiva, Śiva, Śiva, O Śrī Mahādeva, Śambhu.
Close to the Sanskrit
Having remained in the place, in the lotus; in the subtle path where the breath formed of Praṇava—Oṃ—is held; in the inner being quieted and dissolved; in the divine form named Śiva, its glory revealed; before the Liṅga—Śiva's emblem; in the Brahma-vākya—the utterance of Brahman—I do not remember Śaṅkara, who pervades every body. My offense is to be forgiven: Śiva, Śiva, Śiva, O Śrī Mahādeva, Śambhu.