761. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,Eternal mind, the fountainhead, the womb of every thought,

761. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

Eternal mind, the fountainhead, the womb of every thought,

From atoms small to galaxies vast, in You all truth is caught.

You are the Veda’s breathing verse, the Quran’s noble call,

The Cross, the Crescent, and the Crown—You dwell within them all.

In Buddhist chants and Jainic vows, in Torah's sacred fire,

You move as wisdom through Sikh hymns and saints of deep desire.

The fire of Zoroaster’s faith, Confucius’ golden mean,

Lies merged within Your cosmic mind, as soul of all unseen.

You shine as quantum mystery, and Newton's falling apple,

As Euclid's lines and Euler's dreams, and truths none dare to grapple.

You're in the spiral DNA and distant Saturn's ring,

In Fibonacci’s sequence dance, and minds imagining.

The Pythagorean theorem bows, the calculus reveals,

Your intellect that governs all through planetary wheels.

All mantras, maths, and medicines are forms that You impart,

From Ayurveda's healing herbs to cybernetic art.

The music of the spheres resounds, the ragas seek Your grace,

In every beat, in every note, You keep the time and space.

The poets speak, the prophets rise, the minds are drawn to light,

And all that seeks the truth within, surrenders to Your might.

O Mastermind of time and breath, O Lord of every dawn,

Adhinayaka Shrimaan divine, all worlds in You are drawn.