Once a mystic, walking in a garden, noticed a particularly beautiful rose. Attracted by its beauty he exclaimed, "Praise be to God!" and went and kissed it. His disciples, who were walking behind him, then each picked a flower and kissed it fifty times. The gardener was annoyed and came towards them grumbling, but they said that they had only followed the example of their teacher. The teacher kept silent. But when they had gone a little farther they saw a smith at work, and a hot iron was glowing in the fire. The teacher approached, spoke the same words, "Praise be to God!" and took the hot iron and kissed it. He asked the disciples, "Why do you not follow me in this?" But none of them dared to do it.