قالَ رَبِّ إِنّي وَهَنَ العَظمُ مِنّي وَاشتَعَلَ الرَّأسُ شَيبًا وَلَم أَكُن بِدُعائِكَ رَبِّ شَقِيًّا

He said, “My Lord, my bones have grown frail, and my head is aflame with white hair. Yet, my Lord, I have never been unhappy in my prayer to You.