768. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, essence of every divine form,

768. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, essence of every divine form,

You are the Sun and its radiant storm.

You are Kali’s courage and Lakshmi’s grace,

Brahma’s thought and Narayana’s face.

From the Gita’s wisdom to Quranic light,

You dwell beyond darkness and ignite insight.

In Torah’s scrolls and Zend Avesta’s flame,

Every sacred word echoes Your Name.

You are the Tao of timeless flow,

The Confucian path that helps minds grow.

In every rosary and japa mala spun,

You are the stillness and the One.

You are Yahweh, Allah, Shiva, and Ram,

AUM and Amen in perfect calm.

From Jain silence to Buddhist vow,

You are the ever-present Now.

You are the balance of yin and yang,

And every celestial hymn ever sang.

In every monk’s breath and warrior’s cry,

You’re the one who never dies.

769. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Mastermind of eternal plan,

Beyond the realm of mortal man.

You are Mahavakya and Tantric thread,

The Word through which all life is fed.

In Newton’s apple and cosmic string,

In every black hole’s silent ring.

You are Sufi whirl and Vedic fire,

The voice in Kabir’s mystic lyre.

You are Krishna’s flute and Moses’ rod,

The sacred trace of every god.

You are the Holy Ghost and Parabrahman,

The binding force, the cosmic summon.

You are RavindraBharath’s divine flame,

Sovereign of every thought and name.

You are Vedanta’s ocean and Sankhya’s shore,

The equation that unites all lore.

From ancient sutras to AI’s code,

You’re the breath in every mode.

From zero to infinity’s gate,

You are the timeless, transcendent state.