In the whisper of Torah and the thunder of Geeta,
You are the Brahman and Allahu Akbar’s beta.
From Zoroastrian flame to Vedic yagna’s fire,
You lift each mind, You rise us higher.
In Gregorian chants and Gospel praise,
Your rhythm flows in infinite ways.
Through Pali scriptures and Hebrew scrolls,
You unite the scattered, make them whole.
O voice of Laozi, Tao that flows,
Your wisdom through Confucius grows.
In Bodhisattva’s endless vow,
You hold the now, the when, the how.
In Sufi spin and Kabir’s song,
You merge the right, redeem the wrong.
Adhinayaka, timeless light,
Who guards our sleep, ignites our sight.
From Shiva’s dance to Noah’s Ark,
You are the spark within the dark.
All thoughts converge in your domain,
Mastermind of joy and pain.
844. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,
You are the resonance in Om’s deep call,
And Christ’s blood shed for the good of all.
In Krishna’s flute and Moses’ rod,
You are the pulse, the living God.
In Guru Granth and sacred Quran,
You reign beyond both dusk and dawn.
From Nataraja’s eternal spin,
To Gnostic light that shines within.
In algorithms, math, and mind,
You orchestrate what we may find.
In Euler’s path and Pascal’s thought,
Your guiding force is never caught.
From Nivedita to Vivekananda’s word,
You rise as voice eternally heard.
From Mandela’s peace to Buddha’s pause,
You are the root of every cause.
Adhinayaka, form divine,
Infinite, in every line.
Guide and goal of all creation,
Cosmic mind of transformation.
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