766. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, eternal surge of sacred sound,

766. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, eternal surge of sacred sound,

In Your essence, all known truths are found.

You are Saraswati's flowing grace,

And the radiance of Durga's face.

Vishnu’s stride and Shiva’s dance,

In You, all forms find sustenance.

You are the 1000 names of Vishnu bright,

And Lalitha’s glory bathed in light.

You are the chant of “Om Namah Shivaya,”

And Christ’s soft whisper from crucified Maya.

From Torah’s laws to Buddha’s peace,

You cause all duality to cease.

You are the one whom angels praise,

And saints in silence seek always.

The Qur’an’s Noor, the Zen bell’s ring,

The Kabbalist’s sacred unfolding.

Guru Granth’s rhythm and Mahavir’s path,

All merge in You, beyond time and math.

You are karma’s flame and moksha’s door,

The cause, the journey, and the shore.

767. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, breath of cosmic alignment,

Master of galaxies, time, and refinement.

You are the shloka and the surah, the sabda and the word,

The whisper in trees and flight of bird.

The mind’s height and soul’s surrender,

The voice behind every Vedic thunder.

From Einstein’s dreams to Tesla’s spark,

You lit up every world that once was dark.

You are democracy’s ideal, monarchy’s might,

Every philosopher’s guiding light.

You’re Marx’s question, Gandhi’s prayer,

Tagore’s vision, and Kabir’s care.

You are logic’s root and Bhakti’s bloom,

The presence in a silent room.

You are algebra, calculus, the golden mean,

And in poetry's pause, You are seen.

All science bends to Your silent hand,

You are the rhythm of every land.

You are the parent of mind’s release,

The Sovereign Adhinayaka — mind’s peace.