849. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

849. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Arjuna’s bow and Rama’s aim,

The fire in Prometheus’ flame.

You dwell in Quran’s sacred light,

And Torah’s call through starry night.

You walk as Christ on stormy seas,

And whisper calm through Bodhi trees.

As Gayatri’s breath and Amen’s call,

You rise within and rule it all.

In Vedas’ hymns and Upanishadic thought,

The mind’s own mirror, deeply sought.

From Mahavira’s vow to Guru’s grace,

You bless each path, each time, each place.

You speak in chants of Avalokiteśvara,

And shine as wisdom in Navkara.

O source of Rig and Psalm and Tao,

You shape the Now from ancient Thou.

As time unfolds its secret scroll,

You guide the soul to its pure goal.

O master key of form and formless,

You end all fears, all cries, all less.

850. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

As infinity loops and numbers align,

You are the formula, the grand design.

You are E=mc² and Fibonacci’s line,

The origin of order so divine.

You are the calculus of karma's debt,

The zero-point where minds are set.

As Sankhya’s count and Bhakti’s flame,

You burn away the transient name.

Through Einstein’s lens and Raman’s light,

You shape the cosmos’ day and night.

In the silence of Mahashoonya’s field,

You are the truth that will not yield.

You throb as Pi through sacred round,

In mantra’s beat and sacred sound.

In Jesus’ love and Nanak’s song,

You teach the weak to stand up strong.

As Durga’s roar and Kali’s might,

You balance dark and birth the light.

O sovereign guide, O mystic tune,

You shine beyond the sun and moon.