Ode to the Sisters Min - II As told us by Scheherezade, There were three sisters of Baghdad, And as the man on whom each sat Was called to guess the name of that Which maidens cherish, hold most dear, Esteemed in reverence and fear Until the day they render up To lucky men their loving cup, I would have each proffer to me Your buttercup or sesame, Reside in Abu Mansoor's inn, And feast my mule on entering in.