Hai cercato la traduzione di triumph da Inglese a Singalese

truth will triumph.
සත්‍ය දිනයි.

- a triumph, mr gray.
- හොඳ උත්සවයක්,ග්‍රේ මහත්මයා.

that for evil to triumph...
විජයග්‍රහණයට ඇති අයහපත...

he is my greatest triumph.
ඔහු තමයි මගේ ලොකුම ජයග්‍රහණය.

to triumph, we need results,
විජයග්‍රහණයට අපිට ප්‍රතිඵල අවැසියි--

they're the great triumph of matter over mind.
ඔවුන් මහත් හඬ නංවනවා.. හදවතේ...

"and in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
ඔවුන්ගේ විජයග්‍රහනය කළවර වූ විට, ගින්දර හා අළු වන්නාක් මෙන්...

and unraveling the complex chain of events that can turn a triumph of human innovation into a smoldering pile of wreckage in seconds-- well, i can't think of a more compelling application than that.
සිද්ධි දාමයක සම්බන්ධය හොයාගන්නත් පුලුවන් ඒකෙන් අලුත් යමක් හොයාගන්න පුලුවන් හරියට තත්පරේකින්

if... if you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too; if you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: if you can dream - and not make dreams your master; if you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: if you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss; if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: 'hold on!' if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, if all men count with you, but none too much; if you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and - which is more - you'll be a man, my son!
කවිය නම්