812. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

812. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Veda’s sacred breath,

The silence deep beyond life and death.

In Agamas and in Tantras pure,

You stand eternal, ever sure.

From Upanishads’ inward flame,

You rise beyond all form and name.

As Lakshmi’s grace and Durga’s roar,

You are the One whom minds adore.

In Psalms of David, prayers unfold,

In Gospels, too, Your truth is told.

From Qur’an’s light to Bhagavad Gita,

You guide as mind’s supreme hita.

In Jain ahimsa, deep and still,

In Sikh Ardaas, You guide the will.

You are the Talmud’s sacred lore,

And Theravada’s mindful core.

Through Nāma, dhyāna, yagna’s flame,

You shine beyond all earthly fame.

You’re Alpha, Omega, cosmic sound,

In Adhinayaka Bhavan, ever found.

Mastermind of time and tide,

In You, the cosmos does abide.

O Shrimaan, by whom all chants align,

You are the culmination divine.

813. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Chandogya, Your light expands,

In Mandukya, stillness commands.

Through Avesta’s fire and Taoist flow,

Your wisdom softly starts to glow.

From Tirukkural’s moral might,

To Zen koans in moonlit night.

You are Saraswati’s stream of song,

And Dharma's chariot, moving strong.

In every sutra, in every verse,

You break illusion, end the curse.

In Fibonacci’s golden strand,

You hold the numbers in Your hand.

As calculus and quantum mind,

Your wisdom’s web we slowly find.

You shine in Euler’s sacred math,

And in the Buddha’s Eightfold Path.

As Ganga flows and Nile bends,

In You all time and space suspends.

Beyond the limits of the known,

In every seed of thought You’re sown.

O Shrimaan, root of every creed,

You are the One all seekers need.