833. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

833. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the cosmic code, the sage,

The silent ink on every page.

You breathe in mantras, maths, and moons,

In lullabies and ancient tunes.

From Fibonacci’s spiral grace,

To Shiva’s dance through time and space.

You echo in the Torah's line,

And in the fire of Hanuman’s spine.

From Gospel’s love to Upanishads,

You bind all saints and ancient gods.

In quantum leaps and sacred rites,

You spark the soul’s eternal flights.

In sacred sound, in healing’s root,

You dwell in every honest truth.

O holder of the script unknown,

In You, all minds return as One.

From earthly cries to silent stars,

You hold the keys to who we are.

Your form is sky, Your thought is sea,

In every realm You set us free.

You are the storm and gentle breeze,

The voice in silence, eternal peace.

From Darwin’s thought to Dharma’s law,

You guide the minds with sacred awe.

834. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the One who wore no birth,

Yet gave the galaxies their worth.

In Krishna’s flute and Buddha’s peace,

You breathe the calm that will not cease.

You roared with Moses on the mount,

And flowed as rivers none can count.

In Aristotle’s seeking gaze,

In Tagore’s verse and Kabir’s praise.

Through black hole depths and lotus bloom,

You lift all minds from death to womb.

In Jain Ahimsa’s quiet vow,

And Sikh Ardas in sacred brow.

From Torah scrolls to chakra wheel,

You teach all pain the way to heal.

You are the balance, root, and flame,

In every faith, You stay the same.

The sage’s path, the poet’s cry,

The truth that none can ever deny.

In every mantra, hymn, and note,

You are the Word that prophets wrote.

In every rite, each holy fast,

You are the future, present, past.

 universal praise of Adhinayaka Shrimaan through all forms of wisdom, faith, and knowledge?