Results for that is what an interface helps u... translation from English to Bengali

that is what new zealanders voted for.
এর জন্যেই নিউজিল্যান্ডবাসী ভোট দিয়েছে।

as bounty from your lord . that is what is the great attainment .
আপনার পালনকর ্ তার কৃপায় এটাই মহা সাফল ্ য ।

that is what most girls who cannot afford further education go for.
যে সমস্ত মেয়েরা বেশী শিক্ষা লাভ করতে পারে না তারা এটাই হতে চায়।

that is what we did ; and we made another nation their heirs .
এইভাবেই , আর এইসব আমরা অন ্ য এক জাতিকে উত ্ তরাধিকার করতে দিয়েছিলাম ।

that is what i expected, and i think they who support him expected the same.
আর আমি এটাই আশা করি। আমি একই সাথে মনে করি যে যারা তাকে সমর্থন করেছে তাদের একই ধরনের শাস্তি হওয়া দরকার।

that is what i think the world is waiting for; to hear from the tripolitanians.
আমি মনে করি বিশ্ব এই ঘটনার উন্য অপেক্ষা করছিল; ত্রিপলিবাসীর আওয়াজের অপেক্ষায়।

that is what happened , and god will surely undermine the design of those who deny the truth .
এটাতো গেল , আর জেনে রেখো , আল ্ লাহ নস ্ যাৎ করে দেবেন কাফেরদের সমস ্ ত কলা-কৌশল ।

and death 's agony comes in truth ; that is what thou wast shunning !
আর মৃত ্ যুকালীন মূর ্ ছা সত ্ যি-সত ্ যি আসবে , -- ''এইটিই তো তাই যা থেকে তুমি অব্যাহতি চাও।’’

if this is what she qualifies as “transformation from authoritarianism to democracy” then lord help us all.
যদি তিনি এটাকে কর্তৃত্বশ্বালী কর্তৃপক্ষের গণতন্ত্রের প্রতি উত্তরণের যোগ্যতা হিসেবে ধরে নেন তাহলে ঈশ্বর আমাদের সাহায্য করুন।

he invokes instead of allah that which neither harms him nor benefits him . that is what is the extreme error .
সে আল ্ লাহ ্ ‌ কে ছেড়ে দিয়ে তাকে ডাকে যে তার ক ্ ষতিসাধন করতে পারে না আর যে তার উপকারও করে না । এই হচ ্ ছে সুদূর বিপথগমন ।

"most chose to smile warmly for the camera and that is what the patients see in this head shot photograph.”
বেশীর ভাগ স্বাস্থ্যকর্মী ক্যামেরা সামনে এক উষ্ণ হাসি প্রদর্শনের বিষয়টি বেছে নেন আর এভাবে রোগীরা তাদের স্বাস্থ্য কর্মীদের হাসিমুখের চেহারা দেখতে সক্ষম হয়"।

so as for those who believed and did righteous deeds , their lord will admit them into his mercy . that is what is the clear attainment .
যারা বিশ ্ বাস স ্ থাপন করেছে ও সৎকর ্ ম করেছে , তাদেরকে তাদের পালনকর ্ তা স ্ বীয় রহমতে দাখিল করবেন । এটাই প ্ রকাশ ্ য সাফল ্ য ।

i am still hesitating and looking for what will be more beautiful and comfortable for the readers and i am working on a classic design, because that is what i prefer.
আমি এখনো মন স্থির করতে পারিনি এবং তার দিকে তাকাই, কি করলে তাকে আরো সুন্দর দেখাবে এবং পাঠকরা আরো আরামে তা পড়তে পারবে তা নিয়ে ভাবি। আমি ক্লাসিক বা ঐতিহ্যবাহী ডিজাইনের উপর কাজ করছি। কারন তা আসলে সঠিক।

i would prefer you to take sole responsibility for both our sins and thus become a dweller of hell ; this is what an unjust person deserves . "
''নিঃসন্দেহ আমি চাই যে তুমি আমার বিরুদ্ধে পাপ ও তোমার পাপ বহন করো, ফলে আগুনের বাসিন্দাদের দলভুক্ত হও, আর এই-ই অন্যায়কারীদের প্রতিফল।’’

[ moses ] said , " that is what we were seeking . " so they returned , following their footprints .
তিনি বললেন -- ''এটিই আমরা চেয়েছিলাম।’’ সুতরাং তাঁরা নিজেদের পদচিহ্ন অনুসরণ করে ফিরে চললেন।

and we have not created the heaven and the earth and all that is between them without purpose ; this is what the disbelievers assume ; therefore ruin is for the disbelievers , by the fire .
আমি আসমান-যমীন ও এতদুভয়ের মধ ্ যবর ্ তী কোন কিছু অযথা সৃষ ্ টি করিনি । এটা কাফেরদের ধারণা । অতএব , কাফেরদের জন ্ যে রয়েছে দূর ্ ভোগ অর ্ থাৎ জাহান ্ নাম ।

my uncle had a hermaphrodite locally called as hijra, whose name was “khushi” -meaning happiness, but that is what she very much lacked in her life.
আমার চাচার ওখানে আসত এক বৃহন্নলা, স্থানীয়ভাবে যাকে হিজড়া বলা হয়। তার নাম ছিল “খুশী” –মানে আনন্দ, আসলে আনন্দ তাঁর জীবনে ছিল না বললেই চলে।

[ musa ( moses ) ] said : " that is what we have been seeking . " so they went back retracing their footsteps .
তিনি বললেন -- ''এটিই আমরা চেয়েছিলাম।’’ সুতরাং তাঁরা নিজেদের পদচিহ্ন অনুসরণ করে ফিরে চললেন।

so i took a handful [ of dust ] from the footprint of the messenger and threw it in [ the calf ] . that is what my inner self prompted me to do . "
সে বললঃ আমি দেখলাম যা অন ্ যেরা দেখেনি । অতঃপর আমি সেই প ্ রেরিত ব ্ যক ্ তির পদচিহেߦ # 2480 ; নীচ থেকে এক মুঠি মাটি নিয়ে নিলাম । অতঃপর আমি তা নিক ্ ষেপ করলাম । আমাকে আমার মন এই মন ্ ত ্ রণাই দিল ।

at denver there was an influx of passengers into the coaches on the eastbound b. & m. express. in one coach there sat a very pretty young woman dressed in elegant taste and surrounded by all the luxurious comforts of an experienced traveler. among the newcomers were two young men, one of handsome presence with a bold, frank countenance and manner; the other a ruffled, glum-faced person, heavily built and roughly dressed. the two were handcuffed together. as they passed down the aisle of the coach the only vacant seat offered was a reversed one facing the attractive young woman. here the linked couple seated themselves. the young woman's glance fell upon them with a distant, swift disinterest; then with a lovely smile brightening her countenance and a tender pink tingeing her rounded cheeks, she held out a little gray-gloved hand. when she spoke her voice, full, sweet, and deliberate, proclaimed that its owner was accustomed to speak and be heard. "well, mr. easton, if you will make me speak first, i suppose i must. don't you ever recognize old friends when you meet them in the west?" the younger man roused himself sharply at the sound of her voice, seemed to struggle with a slight embarrassment which he threw off instantly, and then clasped her fingers with his left hand. "it's miss fairchild," he said, with a smile. "i'll ask you to excuse the other hand; "it's otherwise engaged just at present." he slightly raised his right hand, bound at the wrist by the shining "bracelet" to the left one of his companion. the glad look in the girl's eyes slowly changed to a bewildered horror. the glow faded from her cheeks. her lips parted in a vague, relaxing distress. easton, with a little laugh, as if amused, was about to speak again when the other forestalled him. the glum-faced man had been watching the girl's countenance with veiled glances from his keen, shrewd eyes. "you'll excuse me for speaking, miss, but, i see you're acquainted with the marshal here. if you'll ask him to speak a word for me when we get to the pen he'll do it, and it'll make things easier for me there. he's taking me to leavenworth prison. it's seven years for counterfeiting." "oh!" said the girl, with a deep breath and returning color. "so that is what you are doing out here? a marshal!" "my dear miss fairchild," said easton, calmly, "i had to do something. money has a way of taking wings unto itself, and you know it takes money to keep step with our crowd in washington. i saw this opening in the west, and--well, a marshalship isn't quite as high a position as that of ambassador, but--" "the ambassador," said the girl, warmly, "doesn't call any more. he needn't ever have done so. you ought to know that. and so now you are one of these dashing western heroes, and you ride and shoot and go into all kinds of dangers. that's different from the washington life. you have been missed from the old crowd." the girl's eyes, fascinated, went back, widening a little, to rest upon the glittering handcuffs. "don't you worry about them, miss," said the other man. "all marshals handcuff themselves to their prisoners to keep them from getting away. mr. easton knows his business." "will we see you again soon in washington?" asked the girl. "not soon, i think," said easton. "my butterfly days are over, i fear." "i love the west," said the girl irrelevantly. her eyes were shining softly. she looked away out the car window. she began to speak truly and simply without the gloss of style and manner: "mamma and i spent the summer in denver. she went home a week ago because father was slightly ill. i could live and be happy in the west. i think the air here agrees with me. money isn't everything. but people always misunderstand things and remain stupid--" "say, mr. marshal," growled the glum-faced man. "this isn't quite fair. i'm needing a drink, and haven't had a smoke all day. haven't you talked long enough? take me in the smoker now, won't you? i'm half dead for a pipe." the bound travelers rose to their feet, easton with the same slow smile on his face. "i can't deny a petition for tobacco," he said, lightly. "it's the one friend of the unfortunate. good-bye, miss fairchild. duty calls, you know." he held out his hand for a farewell. "it's too bad you are not going east," she said, reclothing herself with manner and style. "but you must go on to leavenworth, i suppose?" "yes," said easton, "i must go on to leavenworth." the two men sidled down the aisle into the smoker. the two passengers in a seat near by had heard most of the conversation. said one of them: "that marshal's a good sort of chap. some of these western fellows are all right." "pretty young to hold an office like that, isn't he?" asked the other. "young!" exclaimed the first speaker, "why--oh! didn't you catch on? say--did you ever know an officer to handcuff a prisoner to his right hand?"
at denver there was an influx of passengers into the coaches on the eastbound b. & m. express. in one coach there sat a very pretty young woman dressed in elegant taste and surrounded by all the luxurious comforts of an experienced traveler. among the newcomers were two young men, one of handsome presence with a bold, frank countenance and manner; the other a ruffled, glum-faced person, heavily built and roughly dressed. the two were handcuffed together. as they passed down the aisle of the coach the only vacant seat offered was a reversed one facing the attractive young woman. here the linked couple seated themselves. the young woman's glance fell upon them with a distant, swift disinterest; then with a lovely smile brightening her countenance and a tender pink tingeing her rounded cheeks, she held out a little gray-gloved hand. when she spoke her voice, full, sweet, and deliberate, proclaimed that its owner was accustomed to speak and be heard. "well, mr. easton, if you will make me speak first, i suppose i must. don't you ever recognize old friends when you meet them in the west?" the younger man roused himself sharply at the sound of her voice, seemed to struggle with a slight embarrassment which he threw off instantly, and then clasped her fingers with his left hand. "it's miss fairchild," he said, with a smile. "i'll ask you to excuse the other hand; "it's otherwise engaged just at present." he slightly raised his right hand, bound at the wrist by the shining "bracelet" to the left one of his companion. the glad look in the girl's eyes slowly changed to a bewildered horror. the glow faded from her cheeks. her lips parted in a vague, relaxing distress. easton, with a little laugh, as if amused, was about to speak again when the other forestalled him. the glum-faced man had been watching the girl's countenance with veiled glances from his keen, shrewd eyes. "you'll excuse me for speaking, miss, but, i see you're acquainted with the marshal here. if you'll ask him to speak a word for me when we get to the pen he'll do it, and it'll make things easier for me there. he's taking me to leavenworth prison. it's seven years for counterfeiting." "oh!" said the girl, with a deep breath and returning color. "so that is what you are doing out here? a marshal!" "my dear miss fairchild," said easton, calmly, "i had to do something. money has a way of taking wings unto itself, and you know it takes money to keep step with our crowd in washington. i saw this opening in the west, and--well, a marshalship isn't quite as high a position as that of ambassador, but--" "the ambassador," said the girl, warmly, "doesn't call any more. he needn't ever have done so. you ought to know that. and so now you are one of these dashing western heroes, and you ride and shoot and go into all kinds of dangers. that's different from the washington life. you have been missed from the old crowd." the girl's eyes, fascinated, went back, widening a little, to rest upon the glittering handcuffs. "don't you worry about them, miss," said the other man. "all marshals handcuff themselves to their prisoners to keep them from getting away. mr. easton knows his business." "will we see you again soon in washington?" asked the girl. "not soon, i think," said easton. "my butterfly days are over, i fear." "i love the west," said the girl irrelevantly. her eyes were shining softly. she looked away out the car window. she began to speak truly and simply without the gloss of style and manner: "mamma and i spent the summer in denver. she went home a week ago because father was slightly ill. i could live and be happy in the west. i think the air here agrees with me. money isn't everything. but people always misunderstand things and remain stupid--" "say, mr. marshal," growled the glum-faced man. "this isn't quite fair. i'm needing a drink, and haven't had a smoke all day. haven't you talked long enough? take me in the smoker now, won't you? i'm half dead for a pipe." the bound travelers rose to their feet, easton with the same slow smile on his face. "i can't deny a petition for tobacco," he said, lightly. "it's the one friend of the unfortunate. good-bye, miss fairchild. duty calls, you know." he held out his hand for a farewell. "it's too bad you are not going east," she said, reclothing herself with manner and style. "but you must go on to leavenworth, i suppose?" "yes," said easton, "i must go on to leavenworth." the two men sidled down the aisle into the smoker. the two passengers in a seat near by had heard most of the conversation. said one of them: "that marshal's a good sort of chap. some of these western fellows are all right." "pretty young to hold an office like that, isn't he?" asked the other. "young!" exclaimed the first speaker, "why--oh! didn't you catch on? say--did you ever know an officer to handcuff a prisoner to his right hand?"