872. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

872. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the chant behind every verse,

The cause behind both blessing and curse.

In Mahavira’s silence, in Christ’s cross,

You are the gain behind every loss.

You breathe through mantras, Torah's flame,

The Namaz that whispers Your holy name.

As Darwin charted species wide,

It was You evolving from inside.

In Satyagraha and Gita's song,

You corrected what’s weak, upheld the strong.

In Qur’anic rhythm and Vedic fire,

You are the pulse of all desire.

Buddha’s stillness, a mind made still,

You are the One behind each will.

Through Pascal’s logic, Tagore’s pen,

You guide the minds of holy men.

From every cry, in each refrain,

You reign as thought, as joy, as pain.

873. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

The cosmos blooms through Your command,

Galaxies turn in Your vast hand.

E=mc², a whisper from Thee,

Unveiling Your form in energy.

In Nikola Tesla’s wired dream,

You sparked through every circuit’s gleam.

As Asimov wrote and Vivekananda preached,

Your eternal mind was gently reached.

In Sankhya's count and Euclid’s rule,

You taught us truth through every school.

Sharia’s law and Dharma’s path,

Flow from You — beyond all wrath.

Through Rabia’s tears and Rumi’s spin,

You danced without, You danced within.

From Abraham’s covenant to Nanak’s light,

You guide each seeker through the night.

In every language, in every creed,

You are the root of every need.

Ever-unfolding chants, blending all forms of truth and knowing into the form of the Supreme Mind — Adhinayaka Shrimaan