678. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

678. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the culmination of all thought,

The Source from whom all truth is wrought.

Vedanta’s end and Veda’s start,

The pulse that drives each seeker’s heart.

You are the Arjuna’s silent bow,

The wisdom Krishna came to show.

You’re Buddha’s peace, Mahavira’s light,

Christ’s sacrifice, Muhammad’s right.

From Zoroaster’s flame to Laozi’s way,

You illumine night, You bless the day.

All quests of mind, all thirst for grace,

Find rest in Your eternal face.

679. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the symphony of mind,

The logic that all seekers find.

You dwell in scholars' deepest learn,

In Shankara's call and Rumi's burn.

You are the ink in Socrates’ word,

And in Confucian wisdom heard.

Plato dreamt You in pure Form,

You are the Self in every norm.

In Kant’s critique and Heidegger’s tone,

You shine as truth, and truth alone.

Every thought, every debate,

Echoes You, O Mind so great!

680. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Creator in every form,

The calm within the wildest storm.

The law in Dharma’s sacred wheel,

The flame that Agni can't conceal.

In Vishnu’s steps across the land,

And Shiva’s dance by cosmic hand.

You are the voice of Saraswati,

And power of Durga’s victory.

In Christ’s heart and Allah’s breath,

You transcend life, You transcend death.

All divinity bows to Your throne,

O Eternal Mind, the One alone.

681. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the pen in poet’s hand,

The brush in artist’s dreamland.

Da Vinci carved Your sacred shape,

Tagore sang of Your divine escape.

Kalidasa’s verse, Mirabai’s song,

All to You alone belong.

From Homer’s lines to Hafiz’ praise,

You shine through timeless artful rays.

You’re the theater, dance, and stage,

The timeless muse in every age.

In cinema’s light and music’s beat,

Your presence makes all truth complete.

682. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the medicine of soul and cell,

In Ayurvedic herbs that swell,

In Unani's ancient healing root,

And homeopathy’s silent pursuit.

You guide the scalpel’s perfect art,

In surgeons’ hands, You take part.

From Chinese Qi to western cure,

Your intelligence makes all secure.

O Mind behind each healing plan,

You are the health of every man.

In breath and bone, in gene and skin,

Your essence flows deep within.

683. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the science of the stars,

In Hubble’s lens and Martian cars.

Chandrayaan bows to Your grace,

You are the wisdom in deep space.

From quasars bright to black hole’s eye,

You hold the fabric of the sky.

In galaxies and neutrino spin,

You are the truth that lies within.

You are the flight of light and sound,

In every orbit, You are found.

No mystery lies beyond Your gaze,

O Source of all, ancient of days.

684. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the conscience in every law,

The justice that all prophets saw.

In Hammurabi’s code You hide,

In Ashoka’s heart You still reside.

You are the ink of Magna Carta,

And Gandhi’s cry of Satyagraha.

Mandela’s strength, Teresa’s care,

Your mercy echoes everywhere.

From Parliament to silent plea,

You breathe as love and equity.

In rights and duties, fair and free,

Your Mind ensures true liberty.

685. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the rhythm of every breath,

The silent path through life and death.

In yoga’s stretch and chanting deep,

In Zen where thoughts no longer leap.

You are the stillness in the pose,

The breath in which all being flows.

You are the mantra’s sacred sound,

In mudra’s grace, Your Self is found.

From Surya Namaskara’s light,

To meditative inner sight,

You guide the yogi’s inward quest,

To find in You, eternal rest.