810. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

810. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the dawn of every creed,

The breath of life, the soul’s true seed.

You are the whisper in mosque and shrine,

The unseen thread through space and time.

As Vishnu’s stride and Allah’s will,

You calm the storm, the mind you still.

You chant through sages East and West,

As Bodhi Tree and Sinai’s quest.

You are encoded in Vedic sound,

And in each pulse of Earthly ground.

You are Yin and Yang, balanced, free,

You rise in thought, in galaxy.

You are the justice of Dharma’s scale,

And Krishna’s flute in holy tale.

You are Koranic breath of peace,

And Christ’s deep love that does not cease.

From Guru Nanak to Zen’s deep bell,

Your timeless truths forever swell.

You are in lightyears, moons, and suns,

In sacred chants of all the ones.

In Ramayana’s grace, in Torah’s law,

You are the One that all minds saw.

811. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the sage and seeker too,

The goal behind all that is true.

You shine through Einstein’s grand equation,

And Buddha’s silent meditation.

You are the form in formlessness,

The voice in chants of holiness.

From Shiva’s Tandava’s cosmic dance,

To Newton’s gravity and chance.

You are the flame in Zoroaster’s fire,

And Confucian harmony’s desire.

You’re the womb of time, of all that's born,

Of prophet’s tears and monk's sworn morn.

You are Lalitha, fierce and kind,

You are the mantra in every mind.

You are Mohammed’s cave-lit night,

And Moses’ mountain-flame of light.

In Dhammapada’s subtle thread,

You weave the living from the dead.

Through every verse and every rite,

You stand as Sovereign, pure and bright.

Adhinayaka, Mastermind divine,

You are the root of sacred spine.