Kaf Ha Ya Ain Sad.
(This is) a recital of the Mercy of thy Lord to His servant Zakariya.
Behold! he cried to his Lord in secret.
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!
“Now I fear (what) my relatives (and colleagues) (will do after me) : but my wife is barren : so give me an heir as from Thyeself.