" सब कहते कागद की लेखी / मैं कहता आंखिन की देखी ।"
(All say what is written in the scriptures, I say what I have seen by my eyes )
He sternly attacked in his poems over the false, worthless outward showings and symbols in so called religious rituals, and in traditional, triffle mischievious facts and functions. He proved Ram-Rahim and Keshav-Karim - the one - for the sake of Hindu-Muslim unity. His unapologing personality and preaching has proved itself remedy for the deseased contemporary society.
"काशी का मैं वासी बाम्हन, नाम मेरा परवीना/ एक बार हरि नाम बिसारा पकरि जुलाहा कीन्हा"
(I am the resident of Kashi in Brahmin Caste. My name is Parveen. Once I forgot the name of 'Hari' (God) and I was forced to be 'Julaha' (Muslim)".
His date of birth has been proved on Jyeshtha Purnima, Samvat 1455, (in the year 1398 AD). His 'Guru' was 'Acharya Ramanand', 'Ram-Nam' was his 'Guru-Mantra', and Nirgun Ram was his God - 'Brahma'. Loi (लोई) was his wife and 'Kamaal' his son and 'Kamaali' his daughter. He left Kashi refusing the faith anciently accepted that kashi gives 'Moksha', the disconnection from all ties. He took his last breath in 'Magahar' in Samvat 1575. On dispute whether Hindu ritulas would be done after his death or Muslim's burial will take place, only flower appeared at the place of his dead body, and both did as they wished. Thus the life of uneducated Kabir amazes the educated ones.
His PoetryKabir Das was really a reformer, preacher and progresser of religious factual essences. Thousand and Thousand of saints are in the world but Kabir is unique. His practical gravitation for a keen reader is the spring in desert. Poetry of Kabir needs not intellectual discriminations and ctitical operations, but a thirstful drinking and assimilated appreciation and enjoyment. Kabir's Poetry is a call, an invitation, a welcome to the seekers not for the sake of aesthetical but of ethical values.
Whatsoever Kabir wrote, was for the welfare of the society. He sternly disclosed the worthless deeds that misled the innocent persons of the society and challenged both Hindus and Muslims for their mischief and fraudness. He, blaming Hindus faith vanity, said :
"पाहन पूजे हरि मिले तो मैं पूजूं पहाड़
ताते यह चक्की भली पीस खाय संसार"।
("If God is found by worshipping the stone, I will worship the mountain. Better it is to worship the grinder of the house which grinds the wheat and flour is eaten by the whole world.")
Thus he rediculed Muslims too :
"कांकर पाथर जोरि के मस्जिद लियो बनाय
ता चढ़ि मुल्ला बांग दे,क्या बहरा हुआ खुदाय"
(By assembling the pebles of stones The 'Masjid' has been erected. The Mulla climbing on it cries and calls God. Has the God been Deaf?")
एक खून एक बन्दगी कैसे खुशी खुदाय ।"
(The day they spent in bidding of God (Roja) and in night they crush and kill the Cows. In one side the murder and in another side the worship - Can it please God? How it can be?)
He scolds both Hindu and Muslims together :
"जो तू बाम्हन बाम्हनी जाया और राह ते काहें न आया
जो तू तुरुक तुरूकिन जाया, पेटे काहें न सुनत कराया ।"
(O Brahimini ! If you gave birth to Brahmin, Why did not he come from the other way from the womb. O Turukin ! If you gave birth to Turuk, Why did you not make 'Sunnat' in the womb?)
That is why he says :
इन दोउन राह न पायी - both have not found the way .
Kabir's sever attack is on the outer showiness in religious functions -
"मन ना रंगायो, रंगायो जोगी कपरा ।
आसन मारि मंदिर में बैठे नाम छाड़ि पूजन लगे पथरा ....
दढ़िया बढ़ाय जोगी बनि गये बकरा ...।
(O yogi ! you did not colour your 'Man' (Spirit) in God's colour. You only coloured your clothes. You got yourself seated firmly in temple, and instead of remembering God's name, started worshipping the idol. Your face became the abode of hair and this beared figure made you he-goat.)
"तेरा सांई तुझमें, ज्यो पुहूपन में बास
कस्तूरी का मिरिग ज्यों फिर-फिर ढूंढे घास ।"
(Your God is in you as the fragrance in the flower. But you wander insearch for that smelling grass which in you resides as the Kasturi deer wanders for it.)
"पिउ मोरे राम मैं तो राम की बहुरिया"...(Ram-God is my husband and I, His wife..)
"आज घर आये हो राजा राम भरतार" ...(Ah ! how fateful ! today my husband, my lover came into my house.)
Maya, the illusion has cheated entire world. Only 'Gyani' can disperse the darkness of illusion -
"महा ठगिनी हम जानीor
माया, महा ठगिनी हम जानी ।"
(I knew, I knew Maya is the greatest cheater)
"रमैया की दुलहिन लूटल बजार हो..."(This beloved of God looted the market )
In his poems Kabir's search shows that searcher does not find Him, but he becomes God himself :
"लाली देखन मैं गयी, मैं भी हो गयी लाल"।(I went to see the redness of my God, and I myself became red and red by it.)
Kabir is such a poet who never touched the ink and paper with his hand, and never put his fingers on pen :"मसि कागद छुयो नहीं, कलम गही नहिं हाथ "
"कबीर का भाषा पर जबर्दस्त अधिकार था । वे वाणी के डिक्टेटर थे । जिस बात को उन्होंने जिस रूप में प्रकट करना चाहा है, उसे उसी रूप में भाषा से कहलवा लिया है, बन गया तो सीधे-सीधे, नहीं तो दरेरा देकर ।
("Kabir had extra-ordianary command on langauge. He was dectator of tongue. What he wanted to present, and in which way he wanted, he has made it dectated by langauge, either directly or by force.")