Results for my back is not a voicemail say it t... translation from English to Hindi

my back is not a voicemail say it to my face
मेरी पीठ एक आवाज मेल नहीं है, यह मेरे चेहरे पर कहती है

my black is not a voicemail so better say it on my face
मेरा काला एक ध्वनि मेल नहीं है, इसे मेरे चेहरे पर कहें

say it to my face
इसे मेरे चेहरे से कहो, अपनी हैसियत से नहीं

say it to my face if you have balls
इसे मेरे चेहरे से कहो, अपनी हैसियत से नहीं

say it to my face not through your status
इसे मेरे चेहरे से कहो, अपनी हैसियत से नहीं

if you have guts say it to my face not my back
अगर आपके पास हिम्मत है तो इसे मेरे चेहरे पर कहें

my backbone is not a voicemail; you can't just leave your negativity there."
मेरी रीढ़ की हड्डी एक ध्वनि मेल नहीं है; आप अपनी नकारात्मकता को वहां नहीं छोड़ सकते।"

the immense power which man now wields over matter and force , which has contributed so much to widen his material comforts is not a little due to the most wonderful medium of thought , which has enabled us to utilize the labours of our forefathers , to thoroughly test and fully and correctly convey it to others .
आज पदार्थ और ऊर्जा पर मनुष्य को जो असीम नियन्त्रण प्राप्त है , जिसने मनुष्य की भौतिक सुख - सुविधाओं में इतना अधिक योगदान किया है , उसका श्रेय चिन्तन के उस अत्यन्त अदभुत को ही है जिसने हमें अपने पूर्वजों के श्रम का उपभोग करने में उसका सर्वांगीण परीक्षण करने में और दूसरों तक उसे पूर्णतः और सही रूप में पहुंचाने में समर्थ बनाया है ।

most surely there is a party amongst those who distort the book with their tongue that you may consider it to be of the book , and they say , it is from allah , while it is not from allah , and they tell a lie against allah whilst they know .
और अहले किताब से बाज़ ऐसे ज़रूर हैं कि किताब में अपनी ज़बाने मरोड़ मरोड़ के पढ़ जाते हैं ताकि तुम ये समझो कि ये किताब का जुज़ है हालॉकि वह किताब का जुज़ नहीं और कहते हैं कि ये ख़ुदा के यहॉ से है हालॉकि वह ख़ुदा के यहॉ से नहीं और जानबूझ कर ख़ुदा पर झूठ जोड़ते हैं

i cannot go to school today," said little peggy ann mckay. "i have the measles and the mumps, a gash, a rash and purple bumps. my mouth is wet, my throat is dry, i'm going blind in my right eye. my tonsils are as big as rocks, i've counted sixteen chicken pox and there's one more—that's seventeen, and don't you think my face looks green? my leg is cut—my eyes are blue— it might be instamatic flu. i cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, i'm sure that my left leg is broke— my hip hurts when i move my chin, my belly button's caving in, my back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, my 'pendix pains each time it rains. my nose is cold, my toes are numb. i have a sliver in my thumb. my neck is stiff, my voice is weak, i hardly whisper when i speak. my tongue is filling up my mouth, i think my hair is falling out. my elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, my temperature is one-o-eight. my brain is shrunk, i cannot hear, there is a hole inside my ear. i have a hangnail, and my heart is—what? what's that? what's that you say? you say today is. . .saturday? g'bye, i'm going out to play!" from shel silverstein: poems and drawings; originally appeared in where the sidewalk ends by shel silverstein. copyright © 2003 by harpercollins children's books. reprinted by permission of the publisher. all rights reserved. shel silverstein poet, cartoonist, playwright, performer, recording artist, and songwriter shel silverstein is best known as the award-winning author of iconic books of prose and poetry for young readers. more shel silverstein > sign up for poem-a-day receive a new poem in your inbox daily email address john@example.com more by shel silverstein mr. grumpledump's song everything's wrong, days are too long, sunshine's too hot, wind is too strong. clouds are too fluffy, grass is too green, ground is too dusty, sheets are too clean. stars are too twinkly, moon is too high, water's too drippy, sand is too dry. rocks are too heavy, feathers too light, kids are too noisy, shoes are too tight. folks are too happy, singin' their songs. why can't they see it? everything's wrong! shel silverstein 2004 newsletter sign up academy of american poets newsletter academy of american poets educator newsletter teach this poem poem-a-day john@example.com support us become a member donate now get involved make a bequest advertise with us poets shop follow us poets.org find poems find poets poetry near you jobs for poets read stanza privacy policy press center advertise academy of american poets about us programs prizes the walt whitman award james laughlin award ambroggio prize chancellors staff national poetry month poetry & the creative mind dear poet project poster 30 ways to celebrate sponsorship american poets books noted essays advertise © academy of american poets, 75 maiden lane, suite 901, new york, ny 10038 poets.org poems bring us together join thousands
मैं आज स्कूल नहीं जा सकता क्योंकि मैं बीमार महसूस करता हूँ