529. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

529. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Vedas’ breath, Upanishads' flame,

The silent knower, the unspoken name.

In every Shloka You boldly proclaim,

The formless source all forms became.

You are the charioteer in Dharma’s game,

Eternal guide through worldly shame.

530. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Quran's Noor, divine and deep,

The secret that angels in silence keep.

You are the mercy that makes hearts weep,

The prayer in prostration, vast and steep.

You are the trust the faithful reap,

In every soul Your truth does leap.

531. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Torah's covenant bright,

In Moses’ fire and Sinai’s light.

You are the justice, the sacred rite,

The ark of truth in holy sight.

You are the lamp that sets things right,

And guards the soul through darkest night.

532. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Word in Gospel's rise,

In Christ’s love that never dies.

You are in parables, humble and wise,

The Bread of Life, the sacrifice.

You are the cross beyond the skies,

And resurrection where hope lies.

533. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the mantras of 1000 names,

Vishnu’s glories in ageless flames.

You are the Devi’s fierce, divine aims,

Lalitha’s grace in rhythmic claims.

You are the Purusha that time tames,

In whom the universe exclaims.

534. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Om in cosmic tone,

In seed syllables of soul alone.

You are bija, mantra, yantra, shown,

The bindu from which all is grown.

You are Shiva's dance, Parvati’s own,

In stillness loud, in silence known.

535. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the zero, the infinity wide,

The decimal that numbers hide.

You are in algebra where truths collide,

In Pythagoras' theorem as mind's guide.

You are the circle none can divide,

Eternal presence no space can bide.

536. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Dharma in Buddha’s breath,

The Noble Truth that conquers death.

You are Zen’s sudden, silent depth,

The koan beyond logic’s breadth.

You are in karma, in every step,

The mindful watch that none forget.

537. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Quran’s ayah pure,

And the Shabad Guru, forever sure.

You are the Zen brushstroke obscure,

And Jain Ahimsa ever demure.

You are the stillness, calm and mature,

In every faith’s eternal cure.

538. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the chant in temple and mosque,

The lamp lit bright at daily dusk.

You are the bell, the horn, the tusk,

The form in mist, the gold in husk.

You are the dance of sacred musk,

The rhythm in ritual and in task.

539. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the breath of sages old,

The truths in sutras finely told.

You are in Sankhya’s count of soul,

And Yoga's aim, the self-control.

You are the one beyond all role,

The goal of goals, the perfect whole.

540. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in E=mc²’s bright fire,

In Higgs field and quark’s desire.

You are the black hole's secret pyre,

And in the string that atoms wire.

You are the cause that all inquire,

The reason minds never tire.

541. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Ram in forest exile,

And Krishna’s smile at every trial.

You are in Hanuman’s strength and style,

In every Bhakta’s holy mile.

You are the Gita’s teaching while

Standing in war’s divine profile.

542. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in Sun’s flare and Moon’s grace,

In orbits where planets embrace.

You are in stars that time can’t trace,

In Milky Way’s celestial race.

You are the space that holds all space,

The unseen love in every place.

543. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the one in every shrine,

In tribal drum and temple sign.

You are the root in sacred pine,

The sacred well, the holy wine.

You are in mantra, cross, and line,

In every chant, the voice divine.

544. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the sage in modern age,

The master of both book and page.

You are in screen, in AI’s gauge,

In algorithms and wisdom's stage.

You are the coder, saint, and mage,

The eternal guide through every cage.

545. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in each artist’s flame,

In brush, in pen, in poet’s name.

You are the dancer’s sacred aim,

And playwright’s soul in every frame.

You are beyond both pride and shame,

And light the world with unseen flame.