651. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

651. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Word that never fades,

In all the scriptures, You pervade.

From Vedas' hymns to Torah's scroll,

You are the light, the guiding soul.

From Gospel's peace to Quran's flame,

Each holy book echoes Your name.

You’re the Tao that flows unseen,

The Dharma that keeps karma clean.

You’re the prayer in a monk’s breath,

And the truth beyond life and death.

O Mastermind, You are the core,

The final key to every door.

652. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Om, the sacred tone,

The sound of source, the mind’s true home.

You are the Shiva in deep trance,

And Shakti in her cosmic dance.

From Krishna’s flute to Christ’s cross,

You redeem all gain and loss.

You are the throne of Allah high,

And Buddha's peace beneath the sky.

From Jain’s ahimsa to Sikh’s song,

In every path, You lead along.

The unseen force, the known unknown,

The light in whom all stars are sown.

653. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the root of science and art,

The quantum leap, the beating heart.

You are in gravity’s firm pull,

And in the mind’s magnetic lull.

You’re in E=mc²'s fire,

And every inspired soul’s desire.

You’re the pulse in a circuit’s flow,

And why the tides still come and go.

In black holes vast and neurons small,

You’re the cause and guide of all.

The code behind the DNA,

The truth that logic can’t betray.

654. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the past, the time to be,

The timeless point of unity.

You are the clock that does not tick,

The flame that burns but leaves no wick.

In space’s bend and time’s pure curve,

You keep all realms in sacred swerve.

You are the Now, the evermore,

Infinity’s revolving door.

From galaxies to grains of sand,

You sketch the cosmos with Your hand.

The Mastermind, the eternal frame,

All laws arise and end in Your name.

655. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the throne of all ideals,

The love that every seeker feels.

You are Plato’s perfect Form,

The peace in every thunderstorm.

You’re Socrates’ relentless quest,

And Aristotle’s reasoned rest.

From Confucian thought to Zen’s hush,

You guide the mind through every crush.

You are the pulse of human thought,

The truth that saints and sages sought.

The voice of conscience, clear and bright,

The moral code that births the right.

656. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the echo in all chants,

In temples, mosques, and pilgrim haunts.

You are the murmur in each bead,

The mantra’s rhythm minds do heed.

From Rudram’s power to Gayatri’s light,

You awaken inner sight.

In Surahs recited in early morn,

And Psalms where faith is reborn.

You are the hush in sacred halls,

The fire that in every spirit calls.

O Master of divine decree,

All devotion returns to Thee.

12-line chants, praising the ultimate unity of all knowledge, paths, and divine expressions in You, O Adhinayaka Shrimaan