Vous avez cherché: one and only am the most luckies girl in the... (Anglais - Tamoul)

i am the most happiest man in the world
நான் மிகவும் மகிழ்ச்சியான மனிதனாகி விட்டேன்

the most beautiful feeling in the world
உலகின் மிக அழகான உணர்வு

money is the most powerful in the world
पैसा दुनिया में सबसे शक्तिशाली है

alone is the most powerful weapon in the world
சிரிப்பு தான் உலகின் மிகப்பெரிய ஆயுதம்.

you are a brilliant girl in the world
நீங்கள் ஒரு அழகான பெண்

which country produces the most films in the world?
உலகிலேயே அதிகமாக சினிமா தயாரிக்கும் நாடு எது

happy 1st birthday to the most handsome baby boy in the world
அழகான ஆண் குழந்தைக்கு 1 வது பிறந்தநாள் வாழ்த்துக்கள்

mother is the most powerful words in the world when my call me amma
உலகின் சக்தி வாய்ந்த வார்த்தைகள் தாய்

the most expensive thing in the world is trust cheap people can't afford
நான் உன்னை நினைக்கிறேன் ஆனா

the woman is the most lucky woman in the world if she gets a husband who looks at her wife like a child
ஒரு குழந்தையைப் போல மனைவியைப் பார்க்கும் கணவனைப் பெற்றால் அந்தப் பெண் உலகின் மிக அதிர்ஷ்டசாலி பெண்

we know well what they will say to one another: we also know that even the most cautious in his estimate will say: "you lived in the world no more than a day."
"ஒரு நாளேயன்றி (அதிகமாக) நீங்கள் தங்கவில்லை" என்று அவர்களில் நல்வழியில் சென்றவர்கள் கூறுவதையும் நாம் நன்கறிவோம்.

except those who repent and do reform and disclose (the truth) – so i will accept their repentance; and i only am the most acceptor of repentance, the most merciful.
எவர்கள் பாவமன்னிப்புத் தேடி(தங்களைத்) திருத்திக் கொண்டு (தாங்கள் மறைத்தவற்றை) தெளிவுபடுத்திக் கொண்டார்களோ, அவர்களைத் தவிர (மற்றவர்கள் சாபத்திற்குரியவர்கள்.) அவர்களை நான் மன்னித்து விடுகிறேன். நான் மன்னிப்பவனாகவும் கிருபையுடையோனாகவும் இருக்கின்றேன்.

when allah, the one and only, is mentioned, the hearts of those who believe not in the hereafter are filled with disgust and horror; but when (gods) other than he are mentioned, behold, they are filled with joy!
மேலும், அல்லாஹ்(வின் பெயர்) மட்டும் தனித்தவனாகக் கூறப்பட்டால் மறுமையை ஈமான் கொள்ளாதவர்களின் இருதயங்கள் சுருங்கி விடுகின்றன் மேலும் அவனை அன்றி மற்றவர்(களின் பெயர்)கள் கூறப்பட்டால், உடனே அவர்கள் பெரிதும் மகிழ்வடைகிறார்கள்.

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.
நான் ஒன்றும் செய்வதில்லை