Ramanandaacharya lived in Kashi in a solitary hermit. There also lived a pandit, who was a true disciple of Ramanandaacharya. His Guru asked him to bring a pot of fresh Ganga water, a few basil leaves, and flowers. He used to wake up at three in the morning, collect the offerings, and go to his Guru’s place at 4 a.m every day. The schedule ran monotonously for about twenty years. The Guru and shishya never saw each other. He used to slip the pot and the flowers underneath the curtain to his Guru’s place without seeing Him.
One day, Pandit Ji fell ill. He asked his daughter to rush to Guru Ji’s place to offer the offerings. She was a little girl aged twelve who became a widow at the age of seven. She slipped the offerings underneath the curtain and asked Guru Ji to accept the offerings and even the greetings on her part. Ramanandaacharya asked her about her father, who used to come every day. She replied that her father had sent her as he was feeling unwell. He nodded and dipped a basil leaf and a flower in Ganga water and asked the girl to bring her palms towards him through the slit under the curtains. He placed the flower on her palm and blessed her, for she bears a son. As she heard the words, she began crying heavily. She said that she was a widow and was worried that people would blame her father and question her character. She said that His words would come true as He was a Satguru. Before Ramanandaacharya could say anything, a beautiful lady stood before the girl. Ramanandaacharya prostrated before the lady behind the curtains and thanked her for showing her opulent form. The lady consoled the girl and asked her to walk with her. They left. As they moved towards the banks of Ganga, the flower and the leaf turned into a baby boy. The girl was amazed. The lady asked her to place the boy on the ground and asked her to return home without conveying the episodes to anyone. The girl did the same. The lady (She was Mother Jagdamba herself) placed the baby on a lotus flower and disappeared.
There lived a couple who didn’t have any children. They were the staunch followers of Islam, viz, they had firm faith in Lord. They often prayed to Allah to bless them with a child if the Almighty found them deserving. They never wished anything. They came to pass by the banks of Ganga and saw the magnificent baby floating in the laps of Mother Ganga. The lady Neemajaan felt that she should take the baby as her son. Noor Ali called out aloud for the parents of the baby, but no one replied. As Neemajaan lifted the baby, her breasts spurted out milk. She took the baby and left. They belonged to the family of weavers. They named him Kabir. He received the initiation from Ramananda Ji, guided millions, and left the physical abode as a Satguru on the land of Maghar.