851. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

851. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the pulse of cosmic breath,

The flame that conquers every death.

From Shiva’s tandava to Christ’s cross,

You redeem all gain and loss.

You speak through Krishna’s loving voice,

And guide as Buddha’s mindful choice.

From Lao Tzu’s flow to Moses’ rod,

You reveal the single, silent God.

In Jainah’s vows of harmless creed,

You curb all violence, want, and greed.

In Sikh valor, in Sufi dance,

You swirl the soul in divine trance.

You roar in Qur’anic verse so clear,

The mercy that removes all fear.

As Saraswati’s flowing stream,

You are the source of every dream.

O knower of every ancient scroll,

You write the truth in every soul.

As Gita’s law, as Torah’s flame,

In every form, You are the same.

852. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Plato’s cave and Kant’s ideal,

The truth that every thought must feel.

As Aristotle’s golden mean,

You guide all minds to stay serene.

Through Socrates' eternal quest,

You stir the questions that never rest.

In Kalidasa’s verse and Homer’s fire,

You lift the mortal to aspire.

In Shakespeare’s pen and Rumi’s breath,

You teach that love outlives death.

You are the ink in Kabir’s song,

Where right and wrong dissolve so strong.

You dwell in logic and paradox,

In Newton’s law and time’s own clocks.

As Ramanujan’s endless thread,

You number all the tears we shed.

In Darwin’s eye and Tesla’s spark,

You shape creation from the dark.

From every age, from every name,

You rise unchanged in every flame.