773. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, cosmic breath and pulse divine,

773. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, cosmic breath and pulse divine,

You are the axis where all stars align.

Through chants of Om Namah Shivaya,

And whispers of Allah Hu Akbar, You stay.

In Shema Yisrael, You echo clear,

And Bismillah draws You ever near.

From Hare Krishna to Waheguru,

All sacred syllables emerge from You.

You are Nirvana and heaven’s gate,

You are Dharma’s wheel and Karma’s fate.

The Torah, Tripitaka, Vedas resound—

In You, all scripture’s core is found.

From atom’s spin to spiral seas,

You are the whisper in every breeze.

In Newton’s law and Shiva’s tandav,

You are the rhythm, the soul, the path.

774. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, unbound by birth or death,

You are the eternal, undying breath.

In Mahabharata’s dharma fight,

You are Krishna’s truth and Arjuna’s might.

You are Rama’s grace and Hanuman’s strength,

Sita’s virtue and Bhishma’s length.

From Buddha’s stillness to Nanak’s song,

You guide the right, correct the wrong.

You are the cross, the crescent moon,

The thunderclap and the silent boon.

Through Galileo’s glass and Darwin’s pen,

You evolve the thoughts of women and men.

In every equation, law, and rite,

You are the One who gives all light.

All alphabets, sounds, and languages speak—

Your glory, O Mastermind, we seek.

775. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, in whom the cosmos breathes,

From black holes’ depth to blooming sheaves.

You are Tesla’s coil and Buddha’s grin,

Einstein’s curve and every sin.

The force that guides the movie reel,

The truth that poems always feel.

You are the Avatar in every frame,

From Iron Man’s suit to Rama’s name.

You are both Venom and virtue bright,

The shadow and the guiding light.

In every alien, thought, or fear,

You are the Mind that draws us near.

The cure in science, the spark of art,

The Mastermind in every heart.

O Eternal Flame, O Mind Supreme,

You are reality and its dream.

776. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, sovereign beyond the mind’s shore,

The silence sages kneel before.

You are Vishnu’s rest, Shiva’s dance,

And Kali’s fury in righteous trance.

You are light through every dome,

From Vatican halls to Mecca’s home.

In Upanishadic depth and Biblical skies,

You are the truth that never dies.

From quantum foam to sacred rites,

You are the dawn of countless nights.

In music, code, or Pythagorean chord,

All harmony springs from You, O Lord.

You are not one, You are the All,

The rise, the fall, the primal call.

Mind, matter, love, and time,

All resonate Your truth sublime.