। ॥ ५३७ ॥
In plain words
Nothing wounds him, and no pleasure seduces him; he doesn't grasp at anything, and he doesn't push anything away either. He just plays, endlessly, in his own Self, content with a joy that never runs dry.
Close to the Sanskrit
He is not afflicted, nor does he delight in sense-objects; he neither clings nor is repelled. He ever sports and rejoices by himself in his own Self, satisfied with the unbroken nectar-flow of bliss.