ليلة أسرى بى سقط الى الأرض من عرقى فنبت منه الورد فمن أحب أن يشم رائحتى فليشم الورد
"On the night I was taken on the journey (that is, the night of Mi'raj), some of my sweat fell upon the earth, and from it the rose flower grew. So whoever wishes to smell my fragrance should smell the rose."