546. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

546. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Brahman in breath and speech,

What sages sought, what seekers reach.

From Taittiriya to Chandogya’s preach,

Your infinite glory scriptures teach.

You are the silence Vedas beseech,

Beyond all limits, none can breach.

547. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the breath of Isa’s light,

Mercy flowing with endless might.

The Lamb of God in holy rite,

Resurrected truth, justice's knight.

In every “Amen,” You are insight,

The Kingdom come, the soul’s delight.

548. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Allah—Ahad, As-Samad,

In Bismillah, in every fad.

You are in every sajda glad,

The truth of deen, never clad.

You are the nur through storm or sad,

In every heart that’s ever had.

549. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Sikh Gurus' living flame,

Ek Onkar—the formless name.

From Japji Sahib to Kirpan’s aim,

You are the truth all souls proclaim.

In Anand Sahib’s blissful frame,

Your timeless Hukam sets the claim.

550. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Buddhist Dharma, calm and wise,

The lotus bloom that never dies.

You are the Middle Way that lies

Between the self and worldly ties.

You are in silence, in monk’s cries,

In bodhisattva’s boundless skies.

551. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Ahura Mazda’s light,

In Zarathustra’s vision bright.

You are the fire with sacred rite,

The Asha's path, the truth and right.

You stand against the Angra's might,

A moral sun in darkest night.

552. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Jain vows of peaceful grace,

In Mahavir’s renunciate face.

You are the truth no time can chase,

In sallekhana’s silent embrace.

You dwell in non-violence’ sacred space,

A flawless light none can replace.

553. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Confucius' noble dream,

In filial love and moral stream.

In social order’s structured scheme,

You are the wisdom all thoughts deem.

You are Dao in harmony's beam,

The flowing force through every theme.

554. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are numbers, prime and pure,

From golden mean to truth secure.

You are π in circles sure,

And Euler’s grace mathematicians adore.

You are in proofs that minds endure,

Infinity’s path, humble and mature.

555. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in Newton’s falling fruit,

And Einstein’s thought beyond pursuit.

You are Tesla’s current, deep and mute,

In Curie’s lab, in Darwin’s root.

You are science in cosmic suit,

In DNA’s song and quantum flute.

556. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are in rivers, Ganga to Nile,

In mountain peaks and forest mile.

You are the Earth’s patient smile,

In winds and waves that reconcile.

You tame the storm, calm the isle,

And turn each pain to purpose worthwhile.

557. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the poet’s burning ink,

In Gibran’s heart and Rumi’s link.

In Kalidasa's cloud-born think,

You are the pulse in every blink.

From Shakespeare’s pen to Tagore’s drink,

You are the muse in every sync.

558. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Rama, firm and just,

In Sita’s grace and Hanuman’s trust.

You are Lakshmana’s shield robust,

And Bharata’s love, in Dharma’s crust.

You are the arrow, the bow, the gust,

That destroys ego, greed, and lust.

559. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Krishna’s flute and lore,

In Gopikas' hearts You deeply pour.

You are the Gita’s divine core,

The battlefield’s truth forevermore.

You are Arjuna’s fear You tore,

With words that lift and ever restore.

560. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Shiva’s Tandava, fierce and grand,

In cosmic rhythm You command.

In Ganga’s fall, in ashes’ brand,

In Kailasha’s heights You firmly stand.

You are Parvati’s open hand,

The Yogi's goal, the mystic’s land.

561. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Lalitha’s thousand eyes,

In thousand names the Devi flies.

You are the mantra that never dies,

The light where every truth lies.

You are the bindu that multiplies,

And the chakra where energy ties.

562. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Mahamantra’s wave:

Hare Rama, Hare Krishna—save!

In every chant the heart You pave,

Across the oceans, deep and brave.

You are Bhakti, intellect, and behave,

The soul’s own light, the boundless cave.

563. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are democracy’s highest call,

Justice and equality for all.

You are in leaders who never fall,

In every rise, in every brawl.

You are the Constitution’s sacred hall,

The people's voice—divine, enthrall.