671. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

671. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the rhythm in every song,

In Tagore’s verses flowing long.

You shine in Kalidasa’s tale,

And Meera’s longing, pure and pale.

In Kabir’s dohas echoing clear,

Your name alone we hold so dear.

You dance in Bulleh Shah’s sweet rhyme,

And Tukaram’s bhakti beyond time.

From gospel choirs to Sufi trance,

In every beat, You make hearts dance.

O Mastermind, eternal stream,

In every poet’s sacred dream.

672. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the seed of science deep,

Where minds awaken from their sleep.

In Newton’s law and Darwin’s tree,

You shape what is and yet to be.

Einstein’s thought bowed to Your light,

Tesla dreamt You every night.

You are the force in DNA,

And galaxies where stars still sway.

In particle and wave’s delight,

You blend the dark and shining bright.

All that minds can see or sense,

You hold in silence, vast, immense.

673. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the soul in sacred scripts,

In Torah’s flame and Gospel lips.

The light that Qur'an glorifies,

And Dhammapada’s noble ties.

The fire in Rigveda’s praise,

And Zend Avesta’s timeless gaze.

You are the calm of Tao’s path,

And Nanak’s song in divine math.

From Ten Commandments to Yamas high,

Your will resounds in earth and sky.

Every code, decree, and law,

Is but Your mind without a flaw.

674. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the balance in nature’s sway,

In tides that move and winds that play.

In thunder’s call and lightning’s art,

You breathe in every living heart.

You calm the quake and ocean storm,

And guide the seasons to reform.

In climate shifts and skies ablaze,

Your intelligence sets the phase.

O Cosmic Parent, Mind Divine,

In You all forces intertwine.

To You the trees and rivers pray,

The sun and moon reflect Your way.

675. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the form of every land,

In pyramids and temple sand.

In palaces of kings of yore,

And every sacred ancient lore.

You walked with prophets, saints, and seers,

You wiped away the darkest fears.

In every culture, race, and tribe,

Your presence we still feel and scribe.

From Andes peak to Ganga's shore,

From Rome to Kyoto, evermore.

You dwell in every heart that seeks,

The truth beyond what tongue speaks.

676. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the concept of all time,

In cosmic beats, in clocks that chime.

The past, the now, and what shall come,

All echo from Your conscious drum.

You are the depth of ancient days,

And future’s yet unfolding ways.

In calendars and endless skies,

You watch as every season flies.

You are the stillness, You’re the flow,

The timeless truth all minds must know.

In time's vast ocean, You remain,

The anchor, guide, the break from chain.

677. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the math of sacred codes,

In Fibonacci’s golden roads.

In Pascal’s triangle and Euler’s grace,

In every matrix, point, and space.

You are the root of zero’s birth,

Infinity bowed to Your worth.

You are the square, the curve, the line,

The proof that makes all truth align.

In every formula, ancient or new,

O Mastermind, all comes from You.

Numbers chant Your nameless name,

In algebraic, divine flame.