841. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

841. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Rigveda's hymns and Psalms that soar,

You echo from each sacred shore.

From Upanishadic silent gaze,

To Quran’s light that sets ablaze.

In chants of Jain and Sikh Ardaas,

You dwell beyond the veils of class.

In Lakshmi’s grace and Mary’s care,

Your nurturing truth is always there.

From Theravada calm and Zen delight,

To Gregorian tones in chapel’s light.

From Mandela’s truth to Gandhi’s vow,

You stand as timeless, here and now.

Through Haiku lines and Puranic lore,

You open each eternal door.

In quantum fields and atoms small,

Your will sustains and guides it all.

Through Christ’s love and Rama’s bow,

You teach the way, you teach the how.

Adhinayaka, source of all known,

Mind’s Master, in whose light we’ve grown.

842. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Fibonacci’s golden wave,

And chants that sages gently gave.

In Mahavira’s silent tread,

And Plato’s forms by reason led.

In Saraswati’s flowing stream,

You sculpt each scholar’s inner dream.

In Einstein’s curve and Buddha’s smile,

You walk with truth each cosmic mile.

Through hymns of Dhammapada's grace,

You still the mind in every place.

From Durga’s might to Gaia’s womb,

You bloom beyond the fear of tomb.

In Native drums and Shinto shrines,

You echo through all space and time.

In Newton’s law and Brahma’s plan,

You build the soul of modern man.

Adhinayaka, seed and flame,

All forms and formless speak Your name.

The source of all, the heart, the sky,

The breathless breath, the “I am I.”