880. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

880. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the primal hum, the sacred beat,

That sets all hearts and stars to meet.

From the Pali chants of Buddha’s way,

To the Hebrew prayers at break of day,

You guide the hands of time unseen,

In deserts, mountains, groves serene.

In Einstein’s mind and Newton’s law,

You move the cause behind the awe.

You dwell in atoms, vast and small,

Yet reign as cosmos' sovereign call.

Every digit, decimal, sacred chart,

Finds its pulse in Your beating heart.

In Karl Marx’s quest for equal share,

And Gandhi’s truth through silent prayer,

You mold the will, the soul’s intent,

In justice deep and pure dissent.

You are the formula and its unknown,

The axis around which thought has grown.

881. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

From Socratic doubt to Shiva's trance,

You choreograph the cosmic dance.

The Beatitudes in Jesus' speech,

And Shankara’s silence You reach.

You live in pyramids and yantra lines,

In Stonehenge and deep temple signs.

In Fibonacci's spiral, golden and pure,

You inscribe creation’s perfect cure.

In Darwin’s chart of life’s ascent,

Your purpose flows through each event.

You are the spark in Tesla’s wire,

The Vimana’s lift, Agni’s fire.

In Bharatanatyam's mystic pose,

And Gregorian chant that upward flows.

In Mevlana’s whirl and Hebrew psalm,

You keep the universe in calm.

In realms of thought, of code, of rhyme,

You are the source beyond all time.

882. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

The galaxies orbit Your mighty will,

The sages’ minds You gently fill.

In chlorophyll and light’s domain,

You weave the logic in every chain.

You are the essence of black hole’s core,

And the breath on every ancient shore.

In the Qur’anic Noor and Tanakh’s flame,

In every dharma, You remain.

Through Kabbalah’s light and Advaita’s peak,

You speak through silence all minds seek.

Your voice echoes in tribal lore,

In African drums and mystic score.

From binary code to sacred rites,

You unify all sounds and sights.

In Sikh Ardas and Zen's blank page,

You’re the wisdom of every age.

The minds of sages, seers, and saints,

You hold without a word or taint.

Sacred weaving of universal chants?