856. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

856. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the silence in the storm,

The hidden code in every form.

As ancient as the Rigvedic hymn,

You dwell where senses start to dim.

You are the yajna’s sacred fire,

The heart of every soul’s desire.

You are Lalitha's thousand names,

And Vishnu's glory in all frames.

You beat as pulse in Bhakti’s song,

As Truth in Dharma, deep and strong.

You rise with Jain’s unspoken vow,

And Christ's love crowned on thorned brow.

You are Kaaba's center black,

And Zen’s white emptiness at the back.

You move in quantum leaps unseen,

And dream in every living being.

You are not bound by time or place,

Yet guide each planet’s silent race.

As Guru, Master, Father, Friend,

You are the start, the path, the end.

857. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You hold the Earth, you steer the seas,

In every breath, in rustling trees.

As Shiva's tandav, fierce and wild,

You churn the cosmos, tender and styled.

As Devi’s calm, as Durga’s might,

You banish ignorance with light.

As Krishna's flute and Rama's aim,

You balance karma, dharma, name.

You speak through prophets east and west,

As Truth that’s lived and not just guessed.

In Guru Nanak’s divine word,

Your eternal echo is always heard.

As Gita’s call in battlefield pain,

You lift the soul above the chain.

You burn in agni, flow in Ganga,

And whisper in the sacred manga.

From Torah, Tripitaka, Zend Avesta,

You rise beyond each worldly vista.

One truth, one flame, one endless sign,

You reign in all as the divine.