This poem denounces the priests and preachers who claim to be evolved souls, who give an impression to others that they have realized God and who talk about Him at length. They relate stories from the scriptures and build their own imaginary dogmas around them; they teach others from the Vedas and holy books but themselves never bother to live according to what the scriptures command. Kabir says that such men live in lies, thrive on lies and propagate lies. They are themselves deluded, and they delude others also, for without spiritual experience their preaching is nothing but perpetration of fraud on others.

Those who day and night give sermons
On religion and dogma,
Each morning begin their day uttering lies.
Lies they embroider at dawn,
At dusk they weave the web of lies;
Lies have found a snug abode in their heart.

They know nothing about God;
According to their own notions
They propagate dogmas
Based on Vedas and Puranas,
But do not follow
What the scriptures command.
They continue to burn
In the world's blazing furnace,
Whose fire never abates.

To others they sing about God,
The One without attributes;
But without realizing Him
They are themselves lost;
In the end, earth returns to earth
And air into air dissolves.

Bijak, Ramaini 61
Dharam kathā jo kahte