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i know what love is because of you

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எனக்கு என்ன தெரியும் என்று எனக்கு தெரியும்

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enough if i know what puts me off

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எனக்கு வைக்கும் status எனக்கு தெரிந்தால் போதும்

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i know what love is, it is because of you

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காதல் என்றால் என்னவென்று எனக்குத் தெரிந்தால், அது உங்களால்தான்

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if i know what love is because of yours

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காதல் என்றால் என்னவென்று எனக்குத் தெரிந்தால், அது உங்களால்தான்

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i know what i'm talking

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நான் என்ன பேசுகிறேன் என்று எனக்குத் தெரியும்

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can i know what is the reason

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என்ன காரணம் என்று நான் தெரிந்து கொள்ளலாமா

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may i know what you are doing

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அவர்கள் இதுபோன்ற தவறை மீண்டும் செய்யாமல் இருக்க அவர்கள் அறிவுறுத்தப்பட்டு உள்ளார்கள்

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i know what i am don't judge my past

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என் கடந்த காலத்தை வைத்து என்னை மதிப்பிடாதீர்கள்

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only those who love me know what is awesome to me

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என்னை நேசிப்பவர்களுக்குத்தான் தெரியும் எனக்கு என்ன அருமை என்றுe

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he said, “what do i know what their deeds are?”

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அவர் கூறினார்; அவர்கள் என்ன செய்து கொண்டிருக்கிறார்கள் என்பதைப் பற்றி நான் அறியமாட்டேன்.

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o apostles! eat of the good things and do good; surely i know what you do.

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(நம் தூதர்கள் ஒவ்வொருவரிடத்திலும்;) "தூதர்களே! நல்ல பொருள்களிலிருந்தே நீங்கள் உண்ணுங்கள்; (ஸாலிஹான) நல்லமல்களை செய்யுங்கள்; நிச்சயமாக நீங்கள் செய்பவற்றை நான் நன்கு அறிபவன் (என்றும்)

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sent to preach to you the message of my lord and to give you good advice. i know what you do not know about god.

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"நான் என் இறைவனுடைய தூதையே உங்களுக்கு எடுத்துக் கூறி; உங்களுக்கு நற்போதனையும் செய்கின்றேன் - மேலும் நீங்கள் அறியாதவற்றை அல்லாஹ்விடமிருந்து நான் அறிகிறேன்" (என்று கூறினார்).

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he was not long in coming, and said: 'i know what you do not know. i come to you from sheba with certain news.

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(இவ்வாறு கூறி) சிறிது நேரம் தாமதித்தார் அதற்குள் (ஹுது ஹுது வந்து) கூறிற்று "தாங்கள் அறியாத ஒரு விஷயத்தை நான் அறிந்து கொண்டேன். 'ஸபா'விலிருந்து உம்மிடம் உறுதியான செய்தியைக் கொண்டு வந்திருக்கிறேன்."

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say, ‘i am not a novelty among the apostles, nor do i know what will be done with me, or with you. i just follow whatever is revealed to me, and i am just a manifest warner.’

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"(இறை) தூதர்களில் நாம் புதிதாக வந்தவனல்லன்; மேலும் என்னைப் பற்றியோ, உங்களைப் பற்றியோ, என்ன செய்யப்படும் என்பதை நான் அறியமாட்டேன், எனக்கு என்ன வஹீ அறிவிக்கப்படுகிறதோ அதைத் தவிர (வேறெதையும்) நான் பின்பற்றுவதில்லை; தெளிவாக அச்சமூட்டி எச்சரிப்பவனேயன்றி நான் வேறில்லை" என்று (நபியே!) நீர் கூறும்.

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say, "i am not something original among the messengers, nor do i know what will be done with me or with you. i only follow that which is revealed to me, and i am not but a clear warner."

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"(இறை) தூதர்களில் நாம் புதிதாக வந்தவனல்லன்; மேலும் என்னைப் பற்றியோ, உங்களைப் பற்றியோ, என்ன செய்யப்படும் என்பதை நான் அறியமாட்டேன், எனக்கு என்ன வஹீ அறிவிக்கப்படுகிறதோ அதைத் தவிர (வேறெதையும்) நான் பின்பற்றுவதில்லை; தெளிவாக அச்சமூட்டி எச்சரிப்பவனேயன்றி நான் வேறில்லை" என்று (நபியே!) நீர் கூறும்.

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say: "i am not a new messenger to come, nor do i know what is to be done to me or you. i only follow what is revealed to me. my duty is only to warn you clearly."

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"(இறை) தூதர்களில் நாம் புதிதாக வந்தவனல்லன்; மேலும் என்னைப் பற்றியோ, உங்களைப் பற்றியோ, என்ன செய்யப்படும் என்பதை நான் அறியமாட்டேன், எனக்கு என்ன வஹீ அறிவிக்கப்படுகிறதோ அதைத் தவிர (வேறெதையும்) நான் பின்பற்றுவதில்லை; தெளிவாக அச்சமூட்டி எச்சரிப்பவனேயன்றி நான் வேறில்லை" என்று (நபியே!) நீர் கூறும்.

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he said, “o adam, tell them their names.” and when he told them their names, he said, “did i not tell you that i know the secrets of the heavens and the earth, and that i know what you reveal and what you conceal?”

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"ஆதமே! அப் பொருட்களின் பெயர்களை அவர்களுக்கு விவரிப்பீராக!" என்று (இறைவன்) சொன்னான்; அவர் அப்பெயர்களை அவர்களுக்கு விவரித்தபோது "நிச்சயமாக நான் வானங்களிலும், பூமியிலும் மறைந்திருப்பவற்றை அறிவேன் என்றும், நீங்கள் வெளிப்படுத்துவதையும், நீங்கள் மறைத்துக் கொண்டிருப்பதையும் நான் அறிவேன் என்றும் உங்களிடம் நான் சொல்லவில்லையா?" என்று (இறைவன்) கூறினான்.

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desi tales popular stories erotica sex secrets submit story sex cams my sex queen – my dear mom vishalt 2020-10-08 comments 162 1125 episode 1: my introduction to the world of incest hello everyone, my name is vishal, aged 21 years, from mysore. i’m pursuing engineering from a local college. i can say i’m pretty good in studies, though casual in attitude. my daily routine is to go to college, get back and roam with friends and that’s it nowadays. life is going along smoothly. my physical specifications are as follows: i’m quite tall, around 5′ 9″ having quite a healthy body and my dick size is around 7 inches when erect. this story is a must for all of you and especially for guys like me, who are very much interested in sexual relationships with anyone who has an age difference and is more mature than you are. this is my first writing assignment, so kindly bear with me. now i’ll introduce my family which consists of me, my mom, dad, grandfather, and my little brother who goes to school. my dad who is around 55 years of age, runs an electronics store that has sales and services of electronic products. my grandfather is quite old and is around 80 years but he’s still a strong person and can walk and work independently. we are basically a traditional family, my parents and grandfather do a lot of worships and poojas and i can say our financial condition is good as dad’s business runs quite well. now coming to the lead character of my life, whom i believe is my sex goddess and my sex queen. i’m her sex slave, she is my lovely and dearest mom. she is the love of my life and i think that i can do anything to submit myself to her as a sex slave. she’s a very traditional lady and very innocent. all she does is care for her family and nothing else. she just can’t take anything bad in her family and she loves all her family more than anything, especially me. she loves me like anything and has never scolded or beaten me in my whole life till now. i think she loves me more than my dad and the same goes from my side too as i reciprocate the same amount of love that she showers on me. i used to share anything and everything that happens in my life with her, each and everything that’s how much we love each other. now coming to mom’s physical description, she’s tall and has a good amount of fleshy fat wherever it is required on her body, giving her a perfect shape which makes me feel like calling her a sex goddess. she’s 5′ 7″ in height and her figure is 38-d breasts, 36 waist, and 42 hips. she has a wheatish complexion, with attractive eyes, juicy lips, voluptuous boobs, deep navel. you can say she has an hourglass-shaped figure considering her waist and hips. these include her humungous hips, thunderous thighs, sexy feet, and the sexiest glory holes in front and back which are the honey pots of mom. these taste like honey and the erotically exotic aroma of her armpits, adds fuel to my fire. she looks similar to shweta menon, (malayalam actress). my mom’s name is poornima – my sex queen. she mostly wears sarees even at home and very rarely salwar- suit when going outside and rarely nightie at home. the cotton and fancy sarees that she wears are a bit transparent and half sleeves blouses which are front hooked and bra of 38-d and v-shaped panties. what a good collection of bras, panties, and sarees she has! there are also a few padded bras for occasions. normally she wears her saree below the navel and has deep neck blouses which are always a bit tight for her huge melons. her boobs and hips are so soft, spongy, and huge that they create periodic oscillations of bouncing whenever she walks around. this makes my dick rock hard and keeps me in a state of arousal. when i am aroused, i feel like to jump on her and bang her right there. her daily routine is to wake up early in the morning at around 5:30 am and clean all around the home, prepare breakfast for us all. my little bro goes to school at 7:30 am and dad leaves for work at 9:30. my grandfather goes for his walks at 6 am and has breakfast after coming back and then goes to his room. he generally takes rest there. i go to college at 11 am and come back in the evening around 5 pm. my brother comes back from school in the afternoon and dad comes back at 9 pm. we live in a 3 bhk home, where one room is for my brother and me, one for my mom and dad and the other is for my grandfather. we usually sleep at around 11 pm. this is the daily routine of our family. now, time to begin my story. it all actually started when i completed my 12th std. when i was younger, my mother used to change her clothes in front of me. she never used to sense my presence when i was a young kid. this was because i was obviously innocent. i was very close to her and often spent time in her room. she even used to bathe me when she took a bath herself. often she used to ask me to unhook her bra when she couldn’t reach behind her back. i did this until i was about ten. she never asked me to leave if she had to change, and i used to just go about my business as well, never feeling as if i had to leave or look away. but, when i started growing she made me change that habit, and then i never saw her again changing before me or bathing with me or naked as i started growing into a young boy. i too began to understand why she’s not letting me watch her changing or accompany her while bathing. i even understood why she’s not asking me to help her to unhook her bra and blouses. it’s all because i started growing and i too didn’t think much of it at that time and years went by, neither did i bother or ever think about all this a single time. but i now know that it’s all because of traditional barriers we have within ourselves and in our society which makes a mom and son be just mom and son. it makes them forget that they both are humans first and more importantly that they are men and women. as per the natural law of the universe, there will be an attraction between a man and a woman even if it is a mom and her son. each has opposite genitals and these will have an attraction towards each other. that is nature’s way of bonding between a man and a woman, but tradition hinders the thought that sex is the basic key of continuity of humanity. nature never makes differentiation, it just needs a man and a woman to procreate and this is also applicable for a mom and her son. this is the reason why i say incest is just normal. it’s nothing bad and it’s the purest form of love and ecstasy that’s why i feel mom-son sex is just a mutual relationship of enjoyment and happiness. i didn’t know all this at a young age, in fact, i didn’t even know there can be a sexual relationship between mom and son until i completed my 12th std. so here we get back to the story. i completed my 12th std. and was waiting for the results of the entrance exam so that i could get into engineering as i didn’t have any interest in medicine. so during this vacation, i used to enjoy and roam around the city with my friends and used to do much naughty stuff during these days. in the afternoons and at nights we used to watch porn or masala movies in any of my friend’s homes secretly in their rooms. it’s all had become so normal. one day it so happened that we came across a mom-son porn clip and at least for me, i was seeing such a clip for the first time. i felt a bit awkward and resisted watching mom-son themed clips. but after a long discussion between my friends and me, i decided to look it as they convinced me that it’s just a porn clip and the porn stars who are in the video might not be related to each other. this may have been true, but the title of the video never went away from my mind. it got implanted like a virus in my thoughts and there started a bundle of questions in mind about it. it started a new curiosity in me and i started to think of it all day and night and finally, i decided to explore it over the internet whether it really exists or it was just a lie. on googling ‘mom-son sex’, for the first time i came across the word incest. upon some deep searching, i came to know it really exists in our society but it was not so openly spoken about and its popularity was shrouded because of traditional barriers. day by day i started to know about different incest relationships like mom-son, bro-sis, dad-daughter, and all. it became routine for me to just think about the mom-son relationship as i didn’t have a sister. then one fine day while exploring the internet, i landed into this very popular site indiansexstories.net and saw that it too had an incest section that generated curiosity within me about a mom-son relationship. i started to find all the mom-son sex stories very interesting and sexy. without any idea to myself, i started imagining me and my mom in those stories. without delving deep into the cause, i started getting aroused and my dick started getting hard by the thought of me and my mom. this made me recall all those moments which are so precious, where i used to freely enjoy with mom and watch her change and bathe with her. besides all those nude moments with mom while i was young. all those moments started to flash before my eyes and i started to feel that sexual feeling for mom which a normal man feels for a female and my dick became rock hard and my hand went and gripped my dick. i unknowingly started masturbating and started doing it rigorously. after many strokes, my semen pumped out so forcefully that i had never experienced such feeling and release of stress before. this made me completely exhausted and i fell back on my bed. as a common symptom after ejaculation, i too started to feel numb. i also started to feel guilty about what i did thinking about my mom. i slapped myself several times and cried, feeling very bad that night and slept. but deep down in my heart, i was also seriously telling myself that it was the best ejaculation i ever had. i decided not to do this again. but as all of you know, if a young man becomes an incestualized son then there’s no way back from such a relationship. so this is a brief introduction to my family and my queen, my mom. i have described how it all started with me. stay tuned to know what happened next. this is a series of stories that involve me and my mom. read how i learned about incest, how i convinced my mum, and the difficulties i faced convincing mom. there are various different situations in life. i and mom enjoyed our sex life, romancing, and everything about me and mom. the actual story begins in the next episode please stay tuned for suggestions and to contact, ping me at unofficialvish22@gmail.com what did you think of this story?? 162 1125 click the links to read more stories from the category incest or similar stories about busty boobs, indian incest sex, mom-son, sex goddess you may also like these sex stories spicing up sex life of a marathi couple group sex adventure with aunty and uncle my first sex with virgin classmate priya 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was me and him in his room last night. we stood staring at each other for a while; i was scared to death by that weird look he has in his eyes. "well... it is the night of our marriage, you know?" he said with a retarded grin, and i know what he means. he took a step closer, i took a step back. another step closer and another step back... until the back of my knees felt the edges of the bed which was ever so conveniently located behind me. our chests are now only a few inches apart from each other. i looked down on my foot, refusing to meet his gaze. i was wearing a silk dress that night and it has a ribbon over the chest to tie the dress into place. he took the end of the ribbon and pulled it apart – and it has certainly taken me by surprise. i was so startled i fell on the bed, with my hands hugging my dress so that it wouldn't fall. smoothly he went on to the bed – as in – positioned himself over my legs and leaned down to kiss me. i was embarrassed, i was mad, my heart was racing so fast i was as red as a tomato and i closed my eyes and shrieked and started to cry. then i heard him apologizing profusely. he leaped off me and held out his hands, palms facing me. "i'm sorry – i didn't mean to scare you – i'm sor- " by then i started to sob while lying on the bed. and he went about the room looking for a tissue, he found a box on the end table and took out a bunch of tissue papers and held it out to me. i brought myself up in a sitting position, still sobbing. a hand clasped to my mouth. he was speechless now, and the only words that he managed was, "please stop crying", with an expression so guilty it was almost comical, "i can't handle crying girls, so please stop". finally i raised my eyes and looked directly into his as the last drop of tear trailed down my cheeks. he awkwardly put the tissues back on the table and kneeled down in front of me and re-tied the ribbon over my chest (which, for some reason i let him do when i lifted my hand to make way). he took my free hand into his and tucked a strain of my hair behind the right ear. there was a moment of silence as we stared into each other's eyes before he spoke up, "i was carried away just now," and laugh an embarrassed laugh. "you see... to tell you the truth, i have been in love with you for a while now. before i was brave enough to confess, this happens. so it was too good to be true for me... that i felt like you're mine now. but i forgot that your feelings might not be the same for me. "but i'll tell you what. it would really be wonderful if this marriage would last, despite what it is, because i do not lie about loving you. i love you so much i would die for you, like you'd for your friends." our eyes were still with each other a moment later. i was so shocked by his confession, i forgot to blink. then i felt bad myself. this marriage had saved my family from debt. i was mad that i was sold like that, but if his family hadn't willing to accept me, me and the rest of my family would've rot in some unknown swamp bed, never to be seen in public again. the loan sharks were vicious. he saved me from the misery that had plagued my family for years. "no," i finally spoke up, "i'm being unfair to you like this... your family has helped us and i am being... like this, to you – ". " i don't want you to take this marriage like some sort of a business," he said with a serious look, "i don't want you to pretend to be a filial wife because we gave you that money. "i will wait, i will wait until you love me for me, even if it takes forever – even if i have to stay a virgin until my beard grows white or – or until robert graduates high school." robert was his – our – nephew. and he's like, 5 weeks old. i burst out laughing, "wow, that's a long time – and you don't even have a beard". he put on a smirk and grabbed his chin, "i will be, i hope you don't mind – no – even if you do, i'm still going to grow one." we laughed together and when we caught each other's eyes again, he threw his to the floor. he said, "i like it when you smile," and looked up, "i've always been stealing glances at you in history. it was my favourite class. because we laugh a lot in that class – you smiled a lot" "glances, really? you were practically gawking" "you knew?!" and he turned red, flustered. i shook my head and smiled and looked down on to my lap, where my hand rests in his. "kiss me," i said. he looked up, befuddled. i rolled my eyes, slipped down from bed and onto him. he fell back from his kneeling position, and pressed the floor with his hands to support his upper body. i placed myself on his pelvis and leaned towards him. and our lips finally met for the first time.

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i'm doing nothingi had been staying with a friend of mine, an artist and delightfully lazy fellow, at his cottage among the yorkshire fells, some ten miles from a railway-station; and as we had been fortunate enough to encounter a sudden spell of really warm weather, day after day we had set off in the morning, taken the nearest moorland track, climbed leisurely until we had reached somewhere about two thousand feet above sea-level, and had then spent long golden afternoon lying flat on our backs – doing nothing. there is no better lounging place than a moor. it is a kind of clean bare antechamber to heaven. beneath its apparent monotony that offers no immediate excitement, no absorbing drama of sound and colour, there is subtle variety in its slowly changing patterns of cloud and shadow and tinted horizons, sufficient to keep up a flicker of interest in the mind all day. with its velvety patches, no bigger than a drawing-room carpet, of fine moorland grass, its surfaces invite repose. its remoteness, its permanence, its old and sprawling indifference to man and his concerns, rest and cleanse the mind. all the noises of the world are drowned in the one monotonous cry of the curlew. day after day, then, found us full-stretched upon the moor, looking up at the sky or gazing dreamily at the distant horizon. it is not strictly true, of course, to say that we did absolutely nothing, for we smoked great quantities of tobacco, ate sandwiches and little sticks of chocolate, drank from the cold bubbling streams that spring up from nowhere, gurgle for a few score yards, then disappear again. occasionally we exchanged a remark to two. but we probably came as close to doing nothing as it is possible for two members of our race. we made nothing, not even any plans; not a single idea entered our heads; we did not even indulge in that genial boasting which is the usual pastime of two friendly males in conference. somewhere, far away, our friends and relatives were humming and bustling, shaping and contriving, planning, disputing, getting, spending; but we were gods, solidly occupied in doing nothing, our minds immaculate vacancies. but when our little hour of idling was done and we descended for the last time, as flushed as sunsets, we came down into this world of men and newspaper owners only to discover that we had just been denounced by mr gordon selfridge. when and where he had been denouncing us i do not know. nor do i know what hilarious company had invited and received his conferences. strange things happen at this season, when the unfamiliar sun ripens our eccentricities. it was only last year or the year before that some enterprising person who had organized a conducted tour to the continental arranged, as bait for the more intellectual holiday-makers, that a series if lectures should be given to the party by eminent authors at various places en route. the happy tourists set out, and their conductor was as good as his word, for behold – at the very first stopping-place dean inge gave them an address on the modern love of pleasure. but whether mr selfridge had been addressing a crowd of holiday-makers or a solemn conference of emporium owners, i do not know, but i do know that he said that he hated laziness more than anything else and held it the greatest of sins. i believe too that he delivered some judgment on persons who waste time, but i have forgotten his reasons and instances and, to be frank, would count it a disgraceful waste of time to discover again what they were. mr selfridge did not mention us by name, but it is hardly possible to doubt that he had us in mind throughout his attack on idleness. perhaps he had had a frantic vision of the pair of us lying flat on our backs on the moor, wasting time royally while the world’s work waited to be done, and, incidentally, to be afterwards bought and sold in mr selfridge’s store. i hope he had, for the sight should have done him good; we are a pleasing spectacle at any time, but when we are doing nothing it would do any man’s heart good to see us, even in the most fragmentary and baffling vision.

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