They made the Gayatri to be recited in all four ages : go and ask them who has thus found salvation. Though such a devotion is indigenous in Hinduism, and finds expression in many passages of the Bhagavad Gita, there was in its mediaeval revival a large element of syncretism. Such preaches of him has helped the common people to understand the mystery of life very easily. By searching none has found the end : nor Brahma, nor Vishnu, nor Mahesha. Displacing Hindu orthodoxy in times of medieval siege was a difficult task but his inexorable critique did dent its domination. O brother, thou art mis-led believing in the six Darshanas : wrapped in the garb of Pakhanda.
. सूखा काठ — लकड़ी क्या जाने कि कब पानी बरसा? These are not the works of the Lord : the world speaks falsehood. अतः हमें संयम के साथ रहना चाहिए। Meaning in English Sant Kabir das says in this couplet that too much of anything is bad, so one must exercise control and be moderate in everything. And then he goes on to join almost every site of life that is dismissed by the Brahmins as impure. Then Sanaka and his company considered this element : and rejoiced like a beggar who finds unlooked for treasure. The beauty of Kabir's poetry is that he accepts the conditions that surround our everyday lives.
This eternal distinction, the mysterious union-in-separateness of God and the soul, is a necessary doctrine of all sane mysticism ; for no scheme which fails to find a place for it can represent more than a fragment of that soul's intercourse with the spiritual world. No one knew the mystery of that weaver : who came into the world and spread the warp. To satisfy the taste of the tongue man has devised many inventions. Instead of kindness and compassion, they've cast out all desire. माटी कहे कुम्हार से, तू क्या रौंदे मोय। एक दिन ऐसा आयेगा, मै रौंदूगी तोय। Soil says to the potter- today you are using me without pity but one day I will treat you just like this.
In the midst of the chamber the harp of joy is gently and sweetly played; and where is the need of going without to hear it? Who is the son of whom? At the time of our birth here it refers spiritual birth or the moment when this creation came in existence and we as separate being came into picture he was the only friend and when the journey of the soul has come to an end, I see him only as true friend. It has been proved in the history of human tradition that it is not necessary to go to the Himalaya for the deep meditation, but it can be done by living in the society. जाप मरे, अजापा मरे, अनहद हू मरी जाय राम स्नेही ना मरे, कहे कबीर समझाय The nector of love makes us immortal. The gate is locked, but within there is fragrance: and there the meeting is seen of none. On account of Karmas one appeared in the womb : on account of Karmas a name was given. My heart finds no joy in anything : my mind and my body are dis- traught.
A considerable number of readings from the translation have been adopted by us ; whilst several of the facts mentioned in the essay have been in- corporated into this Introduction. The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my heart, The rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord. His similes and metaphors were homely and ordinary. The fool who says this house is my house, he is thy bitterest enemy that confronts thee. Kabir has forcefully presented the unfortunate lot of an entire people. His play the land and water, the whole universe! His colour is in all the pictures of the world, and it bewitches the body and the mind.
Brahma did not hold the crown on his head; the god Vishnu was not anointed as king; the power of Shiva was still unborn; when I was instructed in Yoga. In those amongst them who develop psycho-sensorial automatisms these parallels between sense and spirit may present themselves to consciousness in the form of hallucinations : as the light seen by Suso, the music heard by Rolle, the celestial perfumes which filled St. I was sleeping in my own chamber, and Thou didst awaken me ; striking me with Thy voice, O Fakir! The touchstone and the jewel- appraiser are within ; And within this vessel the Eternal soundeth, and the spring wells up. Some of the great writings of the Kabir Das are Bijak, Kabir Granthawali, Anurag Sagar, Sakhi Granth etc. The householder leaves his house when he hears it, The ascetic comes back to love when he hears it, The Six Philosophies expound it, The Spirit of Renunciation points to that Word, From that Word the world-form has sprung, That Word reveals all.
His parents were extremely poor and uneducated but they very heartily adopted the little baby and trained him about their own business. I shut not my eyes, I close not my ears, I do not mortify my body; I see with eyes open and smile, and behold His beauty everywhere: I utter His Name, and whatever I see, it reminds me of Him; whatever I do. It is but folly to ask what the caste of a saint may be; The barber has sought God, the washerwoman, and the carpenter-- Even Raidas was a seeker after God. Shambu and Sanak with his company are seated in the assembly : there the brimming cup passes. Where did your love have its rise? Dead is Brahma, Vishnu, Mahesha : dead is Ganesha, the son of Parvati. Sorrow is their lot, now in this world : if thou wouldst wake, then keep aloof.
It is the home of Kabir as well as the courageous vidyapith for all the saints. Maya planted a tree of happiness in the world : none understood it was but worldly pleasure. There is no real proof and clue about his birth and family, some say he was from a Muslim family; some say he was from high class Brahmin family. Knowing not Rama, they went to weave : the weaver left the house and went away. There is neither action nor virtue, no mantras and no worship at all.