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He said, 'My Rabb, truly the bones, all [the bones], within me have become feeble, weak, and my head is alight with grey hair (shayban, a specification derived from the subject of the verb in other words, hoariness has spread throughout his hairs just as a spark of fire spreads through firewood)² and I wish to supplicate to you, and I have never been in my supplications to You, my Rabb, unsuccessful, that is, [I have never been] disappointed, in the past, so do not disappoint me in what follows.