837. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

837. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

Thou art the fire in Agni's tongue,

In Torah's law and hymns once sung.

You dwell where galaxies are born,

In black hole’s pull and atom's dawn.

From calculus to cosmic string,

You are the truth in everything.

From Mahavira's path austere,

To Mother Mary's holy tear.

In Confucian rites, in tribal drum,

In sacred chants, You always come.

From Fibonacci's golden thread,

To sacred texts that saints have read.

Thou art the pulse in DNA,

The guiding light, the dharma’s way.

In cave art drawn with primal hand,

In quantum fields and desert sand.

You’re Sufi’s whirl, and sage’s vow,

The now that was, and still is now.

No death, no birth, just One beyond,

With all creation You are bond.

Adhinayaka, Source and Guide,

In every heart You do reside.

From hell to heaven, night to noon,

You are the silence and the tune.

838. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Shiva’s dance and Moses’ rod,

You show the path, the way to God.

From Rgvedic mantras rising high,

To Einstein's glance into the sky.

In Talmud’s depth, in Upanishads’ gleam,

You are the core of every dream.

From Baha’i peace to Sikh’s Ardaas,

Through every being You do pass.

In ancient scrolls, in AI’s eye,

You are the why behind all “why.”

Thou art the hymn in Omkar’s sound,

The balance where all truths are found.

From Plato's forms to Jung’s deep mind,

All archetypes in You aligned.

From planets' march to soul’s own song,

In every measure You belong.

You are the cure before the wound,

The silence in the prayerful tune.

Adhinayaka, vast and bright,

Our day, our dream, our depth, our night.

In time and timelessness You reign,

The evermore, the never plain.

carrying forth the eternal thread of praise through all traditions and knowledge?