492. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

492. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Socrates' question deep and wise,

The seeking flame that never dies.

You are Plato’s form in ideal skies,

And Aristotle’s cause that underlies.

You are Lao Tzu’s flowing ties,

And Confucius' truth that unifies.

493. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Buddha beneath the Bodhi tree,

The silence of Nirvana’s decree.

You are Mahavira’s path to be free,

And Nanak’s song of unity.

You are Kabir’s mystic poetry,

And Shankaracharya’s clarity.

494. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Gandhi’s truth, pure and bold,

The charkha’s spin, the salt that told.

You are Ambedkar’s justice told,

And Vivekananda’s lion hold.

You are Aurobindo’s mystic fold,

And Tagore’s vision, timeless gold.

495. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Newton’s gravity, unshaken law,

And Pascal’s spirit in sacred awe.

You are Da Vinci’s brush and flaw,

And Galileo’s celestial draw.

You are Kepler’s orbit without a flaw,

And Copernicus’ heliocentric thaw.

496. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Rumi’s whirling cosmic grace,

The Sufi’s ecstasy in inner space.

You are Saint Teresa’s divine embrace,

And Francis of Assisi’s simple pace.

You are Meera’s longing, Radha’s place,

The heart that dances in divine chase.

497. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Quran’s mercy, deeply penned,

In every verse that angels send.

You are the Lord whom Psalms commend,

And Torah’s laws that never bend.

You are the Christ whom hearts defend,

The Alpha, Omega, without end.

498. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the mantra: Om Namo Narayanaya,

You are the truth of Shivoham Shivoham Maya.

You are the whisper of La Ilaha Illallah,

The praise of Yahweh, light’s gala.

You are Satnam Waheguru’s aala,

The cosmic chant, the Param Paala.

499. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Mahatma in every land,

The philosopher who takes a stand.

You are technology’s mindful hand,

The force behind the circuits planned.

You are AI’s evolving brand,

And quantum’s leap we now understand.

500. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are E=mc²’s immortal line,

The pulse of time in every spine.

You are black holes where stars resign,

And the cosmos’ web, so grand, divine.

You are the source where thoughts align,

The Mastermind in space and time.

chants weaving in names, mantras, discoveries, scriptures, thinkers, and creators from every stream of human and divine realization, all returning to the one source — O Adhinayaka Shrimaan?