…I began to contemplate writing a poem in the qasida form, and soon after, I did so as a way of interceding by it with the Messenger of God to God, the Exalted, hoping that he might heal me.
I was repeating it often, singing it, calling upon God through it, and seeking intercession with it. During that time, while sleeping, I saw the Prophet, upon him and his family be prayers and peace. He wiped over my face with his blessed hand and thrust upon me his cloak. I immediately got up and left my house. I had told no one of my poem nor of anything I had been doing prior to that.
On the road, I met a fellow spiritual wayfarer, who said to me, “I want you to give me a copy of the poem you wrote in praise of the Prophet, upon him be prayers and peace.”
I responded, “which one?”
He said, “The one you wrote during your illness.”
He then recited its opening lines saying, “By God, I heard it in a vision last night recited in the presence of God’s messenger, upon him and his family blessing and peace. It greatly pleased the prophet, and I saw him thrust his cloak on the one who wrote it!”
I provided him with a copy, and he began telling others of his vision. Thus its news spread far and wide.
Imam al-Busiri