Hold, draw rein ere we sunder, sweet camel rider; list awhile to my words, nor idly answer.
-from the Ode of Ibn Khulthūm (526-584), in the Mu’allaqāt, trans. Lady Anne Blunt, 1903
We sometimes especially in the early days on the trail came upon one of KhairAllah’s confederates riding in the opposite or a cross-wise direction to ours. He and we would stop, usually dismount and brew tea for we were in no hurry if the herd could graze nearby while we sat, but never once did I ever hear KhairAllah call out, Hold Sweet Rider! It was usually something more like, Ya Akhi, Timshi Wayn? Hey Bro, Where Ya Headed?