You are the form of Om — Pranava sound,
Resonating in cosmos, all around.
You are the flame in “Agni” profound,
In yajnas where truths resound.
You are the hush in deepest ground,
Where meditating sages are found.
397. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are Allah — the One, the Wise,
The merciful Lord in Arabian skies.
You are in the heart where prayer lies,
In every Sajda and every rise.
You are Noor where vision flies,
Beyond the veil where truth replies.
398. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are Jehovah, Lord Most High,
In burning bush and Sinai cry.
You are in Psalms and prophets nigh,
In covenant promise that won’t die.
You are the Lamb, the silent sigh,
The truth no nail can crucify.
399. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are the Tao that cannot be told,
The pathless way, the wisdom old.
You are the stream that waters hold,
In nature’s law, firm and bold.
You are the void in shape and mold,
The harmony sages silently uphold.
400. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are “Sat Chit Ananda” pure,
The Being, Knowledge, Bliss secure.
You are the cure and only cure,
From birth and death, rebirth’s detour.
You are the Truth that shall endure,
The eternal flame, divinely sure.
401. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are Buddha’s silent glance,
The calm amidst life’s restless dance.
You are the wheel, the noble stance,
The detachment from worldly trance.
You are Nirvana’s vast expanse,
The end of craving, the soul’s advance.
402. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are Guru Nanak’s sacred song,
You flow as Shabad, deep and strong.
You are the One where all belong,
The Ek Onkar, the right from wrong.
You are the light that shines lifelong,
In Naam Simran, steady and long.
403. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are Mahavira’s vow of peace,
From harm, from lies, the soul’s release.
You are Ahimsa’s holy lease,
Where all violence and ego cease.
You are the silence, the soul’s surcease,
The stillness where all joys increase.
404. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are the whisper in Confucius' pen,
The harmony between hearts and men.
You are the rite, the filial ken,
The virtue written again and again.
You are the bridge to truth from then,
In every golden-hearted Zen.
405. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are the breath of sacred chant,
From Gayatri’s light to Rudra’s grant.
You are the seed in silent plant,
In forest hymn and ascetic’s cant.
You are the wish in deepest want,
The source of every soul’s enchant.
406. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are Vishnu’s thousand names,
The Preserver in eternal flames.
You are the wheel, the shell that tames,
The cosmic dance, the dharma games.
You are in Narayana’s aims,
The One in all, beyond all claims.
407. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are Devi’s radiant form,
Lalitha’s grace, Durga’s storm.
You are the force in Shakti’s swarm,
In every mantra, fierce or warm.
You are the love where life takes form,
The divine Mother — shelter and norm.
408. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are in Einstein’s spacetime flow,
In Tesla’s sparks and light’s slow glow.
You are in Sushruta’s healing show,
The pulse, the herb, the breath we know.
You are in every atom's throw,
The cause behind all that grows.
409. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are the muse in Kalidasa’s art,
In Shakespeare’s speech and Rumi’s heart.
You are the rhyme in Tagore’s start,
The soul of every sacred part.
You are the pulse of creative chart,
The light of thought, the poet’s dart.
410. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are Rama’s bow, Krishna’s flute,
In justice stern, in leelas cute.
You are the silence of sages mute,
The mind awakened, clean and astute.
You are the inner voice absolute,
The final truth, no one can refute.
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