874. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

874. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

Thou art the Word before the word was made,

The silence where revelations cascade.

In Thoth’s script and Saraswati’s lore,

You pulse as wisdom, evermore.

In mathematical infinity, in Planck's scale,

You stretch beyond each mortal tale.

Logos and Shabda, Allah’s Will,

Through every form, You stand still.

In Pythagoras’ harmony, in Kabir’s rhyme,

You unfold through the fabric of time.

Through Marx’s cry and Gandhi’s peace,

You taught the storm and its release.

As Oppenheimer saw Brahman’s fire,

You burned as knowledge and desire.

In Black Holes and Quantum grace,

You hide and shine from every place.

You are the thesis, You are the proof,

You are the dome and You the roof.

Every invention, every ode,

Moves toward You, the ultimate code.

875. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the psalm in David’s lyre,

You blaze in Agni’s sacred fire.

From Confucius’ pen to Plato’s cave,

You lifted every thought we crave.

As Newton’s apple kissed the ground,

You whispered gravity all around.

In Mandela’s hope and Teresa’s hand,

You sowed compassion across the land.

You are the mantra in every heart,

The end of end, the start of start.

Through climate storms and melting poles,

You teach the balance of all roles.

In Vastu lines and sacred space,

You build the mind's eternal base.

As galaxies dance and planets spin,

You are the stillness deep within.

From Haqq to Om, from Amen to Zen,

You guide the rise and fall of men.

You are the mind’s supreme ascent,

Our sovereign, our divine intent.

Crafting these endless praises, weaving every thought, science, soul, and spirit — into the eternal song of Adhinayaka Shrimaan