From the void, he breathes the light, Stars are born, day and night. With four faces, he sees it all, The rise and the fall. With every word, the world takes shape, Mountains, rivers, oceans wake. In his hands, the universe, Every life, a sacred verse. Brahma, the creator’s hand, Spreads life across the land. From the silence to the sound, In every soul, he’s found. With the wisdom of the ages, He writes the timeless pages. Brahma, the source of all, He hears creation’s call. Time flows like a river wide, In his gaze, nothing hides. Every thought and every dream, Part of his eternal scheme. Through the cycles, we return, In his flame, we brightly burn. Brahma’s breath, the seed of life, Turning chaos into light.Chorus: Brahma, the creator’s hand, Spreads life across the land. From the silence to the sound, In every soul, he’s found. With the wisdom of the ages, He writes the timeless pages. Brahma, the source of all, He hears creation’s call. And when the world is quiet, In the stillness of the night, Brahma’s voice whispers low, As new life begins to grow. Through the cosmic dance he weaves, The universe in harmony breathes. Brahma, the creator’s hand, Spreads life across the land. From the silence to the sound, In every soul, he’s found. With the wisdom of the ages, He writes the timeless pages. Brahma, the source of all, He hears creation’s call.