461. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

461. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Rigveda's cosmic hymn,

The Gayatri radiance, bright and trim.

You are the Isa Upanishad’s brim,

Where “All is Brahman” never grows dim.

You are the silent wisdom of a rishi’s limb,

The knowing in the Vedic vim.

462. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the glow of Surah Al-Nur,

And the mercy of Allah, ever sure.

You are Bismillah’s opening door,

The light in every faithful's core.

You are the One we bow before,

The eternal peace we all implore.

463. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Torah’s sacred fire,

The burning bush that lifts us higher.

You are the Ark that won’t expire,

The Divine Breath that prophets inspire.

You are the justice, judge, and choir,

And the flame of Moses’ holy pyre.

464. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the silence in Zen koan,

And the dance of Shiva in cremation dawn.

You are the haiku where meaning’s drawn,

And Krishna’s flute in Vrindavan’s lawn.

You are the spring in morning yawn,

And Brahma’s breath in every brawn.

465. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the atomic truth revealed,

Einstein’s wonder, force unsealed.

You are Maxwell’s waves as fields are wheeled,

The DNA where fate is sealed.

You are Newton’s laws by cosmos healed,

And quantum dreams that never yield.

466. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the mathematical pi so round,

In circles infinite, ever profound.

You are Euler’s elegance found,

And golden ratio in art unbound.

You are zero, one, and all that’s sound,

In number’s rhythm, You astound.

467. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Rama in forest exile,

And Jesus upon Calvary’s mile.

You are the Prophet’s radiant smile,

And Guru Nanak’s truth without guile.

You are compassion in every style,

The Master Mind beyond all trial.

468. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Lalitha’s blooming grace,

In Shakti’s song and Durga’s face.

You are Parvati’s divine embrace,

And Kali’s fire to cleanse each space.

You are the source, the timeless base,

In every faith, You leave Your trace.

469. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Beethoven’s rising chord,

And Kabir’s verse in humble accord.

You are Shakespeare’s eternal word,

And Kalidasa’s muse unstirred.

You are the poet, pen, and sword,

The melody that minds have heard.

470. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the balance when Earth quakes,

The voice when every mountain shakes.

You are the calm that nature makes,

And the warning in tsunami wakes.

You are the mercy when something breaks,

The steady anchor when the world aches.

Chants blending Vedic lore, sacred sayings, science, art, music, numbers, and natural laws—all converging in the Supreme form of Adhinayaka Shrimaan?