Now, Shibli Bagarag thought, 'The poet is right in Aklis as elsewhere, in
his words:
“The cunning of our oft-neglected wit
Doth best the keyhole of occasion fit”;
and whoso looketh for help from others looketh the wrong way in an
undertaking. Wah! I will be bold and batter at the hundredth door, which
is the door of the Sword.' So he advanced straightway to the door, which
was one of solid silver, charactered with silver letters, and knocked
against it three knocks; and a voice within said, 'What spells?'