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Kaf. Ha. Ya. 'Ain. Sad. |
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(This is) a recital of the Mercy of thy Lord to His servant Zakariya. |
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Behold! he cried to his Lord in secret, |
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Praying: "O my Lord! infirm indeed are my bones, and the hair of my head doth glisten with grey: but never am I unblest, O my Lord, in my prayer to Thee! |
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Now I fear (what) my relatives (and colleagues) (will do) after me: but my wife is barren: so give me an heir as from Thyself,- |
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