検索ワード: they were beckoning to him calling shrilly (英語 - タミル語)

and the levied tair. they were all obedient to him.
மேலும் பறவைகளை ஒன்று திரட்டி (நாம் வசப்படுத்திக் கொடுத்தோம்) அனைத்தும் அவனையே நோக்குபவையாக இருந்தன.

and birds gathered together; they were all obedient to him.
மேலும் பறவைகளை ஒன்று திரட்டி (நாம் வசப்படுத்திக் கொடுத்தோம்) அனைத்தும் அவனையே நோக்குபவையாக இருந்தன.

and they sold him for a mean price: a few dirhams numbered and they were in regard to him of the indifferent.
(இதற்குள் அவருடைய சகோதரர்கள் ஓடிவந்து) அவரை அவர்கள் (விரல்விட்டு) எண்ணக்கூடிய சில வெள்ளிக் காசுகளுக்கு அற்பமான கிரயத்திற்கு விற்றுவிட்டார்கள். அவர் விஷயத்தில் அவர்கள் பற்றற்றவர்களாக இருந்தார்கள்.

we issued this command to him, for they were going to be destroyed in the morning.
மேலும், 'இவர்கள் யாவரும் அதிகாலையிலேயே நிச்சயமாக வேரறுக்கப்பட்டு விடுவார்கள் (என்னும்) அக்காரியத்தையும் நாம் முடிவாக அவருக்கு அறிவித்தோம்'.

but when they were given a healthy son, they started ascribing to other powers a share in what god had bestowed on them. but god is above what they ascribe to him.
அவர்களுக்கு (அவர்கள் விருப்பப்படி) நல்ல குழந்தையை அவன் கொடுத்தவுடன், அவர்களுக்கு அவன் கொடுத்ததில் அவ்விருவரும் அவனுக்கு இணைகளைக் கற்பிக்கின்றனர் - இவர்கள் இணை வைப்பதை விட்டும் அல்லாஹ் தூய்மையானவன்."

though they were not commanded except to worship allah, dedicating their faith to him as men of pure faith, and to maintain the prayer and pay the zakat. that is the upright religion.
"அல்லாஹ்வுக்கு வணக்கத்தை தூய்மையாக்கியவர்களாக (தவறான வழியிலிருந்து விலகி சரியான வழியில்) பிடிப்புள்ளவர்களாக அல்லாஹ்வை அவர்கள் வணங்க வேண்டும், மேலும் தொழுகையை அவர்கள் நிலைநாட்டவேண்டும், மேலும் ஜகாத்தை அவர்கள் வழங்க வேண்டும் என்பதைத் தவிர (வேறெதுவும்) அவர்களுக்குக் கட்டளையிடப்படவில்லை. இதுதான் நேரான மார்க்கமாகும்."

and his hosts of the jinn and the men and the birds were gathered to him, and they were formed into groups.
மேலும் ஸுலைமானுக்கு ஜின்கள் மனிதர்கள் பறவைகள் ஆகியவற்றிலிருந்து அவரது படைகள் திரட்டப்பட்டு, அவை (தனித் தனியாகப்) பிரிக்கப்பட்டுள்ளன.

who, then, can be more unjust than he who lied against allah and denied the truth when it came to him, calling it a lie? is there no room for such unbelievers in hell?
எனவே, அல்லாஹ்வின் மீது பொய்யுரைத்து தன்னிடம் உண்மை வந்த போது அதனைப் பொய்ப்பிப்பவனை விடப் பெரும் அநியாயக்காரன் யார்? (அத்தகைய) காஃபிர்களுக்கு நரகில் தங்குமிடம் இல்லையா?

and they were not enjoined anything except that they should serve allah, being sincere to him in obedience, upright, and keep up prayer and pay the poor-rate, and that is the right religion.
"அல்லாஹ்வுக்கு வணக்கத்தை தூய்மையாக்கியவர்களாக (தவறான வழியிலிருந்து விலகி சரியான வழியில்) பிடிப்புள்ளவர்களாக அல்லாஹ்வை அவர்கள் வணங்க வேண்டும், மேலும் தொழுகையை அவர்கள் நிலைநாட்டவேண்டும், மேலும் ஜகாத்தை அவர்கள் வழங்க வேண்டும் என்பதைத் தவிர (வேறெதுவும்) அவர்களுக்குக் கட்டளையிடப்படவில்லை. இதுதான் நேரான மார்க்கமாகும்."

and they were not commanded except to worship allah, [being] sincere to him in religion, inclining to truth, and to establish prayer and to give zakah. and that is the correct religion.
"அல்லாஹ்வுக்கு வணக்கத்தை தூய்மையாக்கியவர்களாக (தவறான வழியிலிருந்து விலகி சரியான வழியில்) பிடிப்புள்ளவர்களாக அல்லாஹ்வை அவர்கள் வணங்க வேண்டும், மேலும் தொழுகையை அவர்கள் நிலைநாட்டவேண்டும், மேலும் ஜகாத்தை அவர்கள் வழங்க வேண்டும் என்பதைத் தவிர (வேறெதுவும்) அவர்களுக்குக் கட்டளையிடப்படவில்லை. இதுதான் நேரான மார்க்கமாகும்."

they have also said, "it, (the quran), is only ancient legends, which were written down while they were dictated to him in the mornings and the evenings".
இன்னும் அவர்கள் கூறுகிறார்கள்; "இன்னும் அவை முன்னோர்களின் கட்டுக் கதைகளே அவற்றை இவரே எழுதுவித்துக் கொண்டிருக்கிறார் - ஆகவே அவை அவர் முன்னே காலையிலும் மாலையிலும் ஓதிக் காண்பிக்கப்படுகின்றன."

and they were ordered only to worship allah, believing purely in him – devoted solely (to him), and to establish the prayer and to pay the obligatory charity – and this is the straight religion.
"அல்லாஹ்வுக்கு வணக்கத்தை தூய்மையாக்கியவர்களாக (தவறான வழியிலிருந்து விலகி சரியான வழியில்) பிடிப்புள்ளவர்களாக அல்லாஹ்வை அவர்கள் வணங்க வேண்டும், மேலும் தொழுகையை அவர்கள் நிலைநாட்டவேண்டும், மேலும் ஜகாத்தை அவர்கள் வழங்க வேண்டும் என்பதைத் தவிர (வேறெதுவும்) அவர்களுக்குக் கட்டளையிடப்படவில்லை. இதுதான் நேரான மார்க்கமாகும்."

he said: nay, cast ye down. and lo! their cords and their staves were made to appear to him by their magic as though they were running.
அதற்கவர்; "அவ்வாறன்று! நீங்களே (முதலில்) எறியுங்கள்" என்று (மூஸா) கூறினார். (அவர்கள் எறியவே) அவர்களுடைய கயிறுகளும் அவர்களுடைய தடிகளும் அவர்கள் சூனியத்தால் (பாம்புகளாக) நிச்சயமாக நெளிந்தோடுவது போல் அவருக்குத் தோன்றியது.

so we responded to him and gave him yahya and made his wife fit for him; surely they used to hasten, one with another in deeds of goodness and to call upon us, hoping and fearing and they were humble before us.
நாம் அவருடைய பிரார்த்தனையை ஏற்றுக் கொண்டோம்; அவருக்காக அவருடைய மனைவியை (மலட்டுத் தனத்தை நீக்கி) சுகப்படுத்தி, அவருக்கு யஹ்யாவையும் அளித்தோம்; நிச்சயமாக இவர்கள் யாவரும் நன்மைகள் செய்வதில் விரைபவர்களாக இருந்தார்கள் - இன்னும், அவர்கள் நம்மை ஆசை கொண்டும், பயத்தோடும் பிரார்த்தித்தார்கள். மேலும், அவர்கள் நம்மிடம் உள்ளச்சம் கொண்டவர்களாக இருந்தார்கள்.

ii a cosmopolite in a cafe at midnight the cafÉ was crowded. by some chance the little table at which i sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their arms with venal hospitality to the influx of patrons. and then a cosmopolite sat in one of them, and i was glad, for i held a theory that since adam no true citizen of the world has existed. we hear of them, and we see foreign labels on much luggage, but we find travellers instead of cosmopolites. i invoke your consideration of the scene — the marble-topped tables, the range of leather-upholstered wall seats, the gay com¬pany, the ladies dressed in demi-state toilets, speaking in an exquisite visible chorus of taste, economy, opulence or art, the sedulous and largess-loving garcons, the music wisely catering to all with its raids upon the composers; the mélange of talk and laughter — and, if you will, the wurzburger in the tall glass cones that bend to your lips as a ripe cherry sways on its branch to the beak of a robber jay. i was told by a sculptor from mauch chunk that the scene was truly parisian. my cosmopolite was named e. rushmore coglan, and he will be heard from next summer at coney island. he is to establish a new 'attraction' there, he informed me, offering kingly diversion. and then his conversation rang along parallels of latitude and lon¬gitude. he took the great, round world in his hand, so to speak, familiarly, contemptuously, and it seemed no larger than the seed of a maraschino cherry in a table-d'hôte grape fruit. he spoke dis¬respectfully of the equator, he skipped from continent to conti¬nent, he derided the zones, he mopped up the high seas with his napkin. with a wave of his hand he would speak of a certain bazaar in hyderabad. whiff! he would have you on skis in lap¬land. zip! now you rode the breakers with the kanakas at kealaikahiki. presto! he dragged you through an arkansas post--oak swamp, let you dry for a moment on the alkali plains of his idaho ranch, then whirled you into the society of viennese arch¬dukes. anon he would be telling you of a cold he acquired in a chicago lake breeze and how old escamila cured it in buenos ayres with a hot infusion of the chuchula weed. you would have addressed the letter to 'e. rushmore coglan, esq., the earth, solar system, the universe,' and have mailed it, feeling confident that it would be delivered to him. i was sure that i had at last found the one true cosmopolite since adam, and i listened to his world-wide discourse fearful lest i should discover in it the local note of the mere globe-trotter. but his opinions never fluttered or drooped; he was as impartial to cities, countries and continents as the winds or gravitation. and as e. rushmore coglan prattled of this little planet i thought with glee of a great almost-cosmopolite who wrote for the whole world and dedicated himself to bombay. in a poem he has to say that there is pride and rivalry between the cities of the earth, and that 'the men that breed from them, they traffic up and down, but cling to their cities' hem as a child to the mother's gown.' and whenever they walk 'by roaring streets unknown' they remember their native city 'most faithful, foolish, fond; making her mere-breathed name their bond upon their bond.' and my glee was roused because i had caught mr. kipling napping. here i had found a man not made from dust; one who had no narrow boasts of birthplace or country, one who, if he bragged at all, would brag of his whole round globe against the martians and the inhabitants of the moon. expression on these subjects was precipitated from e. rush-more coglan by the third corner to our table. while coglan was describing to me the topography along the siberian railway the orchestra glided into a medley. the concluding air was 'dixie,' and as the exhilarating notes tumbled forth they were almost over-powered by a great clapping of hands from almost every table. it is worth a paragraph to say that this remarkable scene can be witnessed every evening in numerous cafés in the city of new york. tons of brew have been consumed over theories to account for it. some have conjectured hastily that all southerners in town hie themselves to cafes at nightfall. this applause of the 'rebel' air in a northern city does puzzle a little; but it is not insolvable. the war with spain, many years' generous mint and water-melon crops, a few long-shot winners at the new orleans race-track, and the brilliant banquets given by the indiana and kansas citizens who compose the north carolina society, have made the south rather a 'fad' in manhattan. your manicure will lisp softly that your left forefinger reminds her so much of a gentleman's in rich¬mond, va. oh, certainly; but many a lady has to work now — the war, you know. when 'dixie' was being played a dark-haired young man sprang up from somewhere with a mosby guerrilla yell and waved frantically his soft-brimmed hat. then he strayed through the smoke, dropped into the vacant chair at our table and pulled out cigarettes. the evening was at the period when reserve is thawed. one of us mentioned three wiirzburgers to the waiter; the dark-haired young man acknowledged his inclusion in the order by a smile and a nod. i hastened to ask him a question because i wanted to try out a theory i had. 'would you mind telling me,' i began, 'whether you are from —' the fist of e. rushmore coglan banged the table and i was jarred into silence. `excuse me,' said he, 'but that's a question i never like to hear asked. what does it matter where a man is from? is it fair to judge a man by his post-office address? why, i've seen kentuckians who hated whisky, virginians who weren't descended from pocahon¬tas, indianians who hadn't written a novel, mexicans who didn't wear velvet trousers with silver dollars sewed along the seams, funny englishmen, spendthrift yankees, cold-blooded southern¬ers, narrow-minded westerners, and new yorkers who were too busy to stop for an hour on the street to watch a one-armed grocer's clerk do up cranberries in paper bags. let a man be a man and don't handicap him with the label of any section.' pardon me,' i said, 'but my curiosity was not altogether an idle one. i know the south, and when the band plays "dixie" i like to observe. i have formed the belief that the man who applauds that air with special violence and ostensible sectional loyalty is invari¬ably a native of either secaucus, nj., or the district between murray hill lyceum and the harlem river, this city. i was about to put my opinion to the test by inquiring of this gentleman when you interrupted with your own — larger theory, i must confess.' and now the dark-haired young man spoke to me, and it became evident that his mind also moved along its own set of grooves. should like to be a periwinkle,' said he, mysteriously, 'on the top of a valley, and sing too-ralloo-ralloof this was clearly too obscure, so i turned again to coglan. `i've been around the world twelve times,' said he. 'i know an esquimau in upernavik who sends to cincinnati for his neckties, and i saw a goat-herder in uruguay who won a prize in a battle creek breakfast-food puzzle competition. i pay rent on a room in cairo, egypt, and another in yokohama all the year round. i've got slippers waiting for me in a tea-house in shanghai, and i don't have to tell 'em how to cook trly eggs in rio de janeiro or seattle. it's a mighty little old world. what's the use of bragging about being from the north, or the south, or the old manor-house in the dale, or euclid avenue, cleveland, or pike's peak, or fairfax county, va., or hooligan's flats or any place? it'll be a better world when we quit being fools about some mildewed town or ten acres of swampland just because we happened to be born there.' `you seem to be a genuine cosmopolite,' i said admiringly. 'but it also seems that you would decry patriotism.' `a relic of the stone age,' declared coglan warmly. 'we are all brothers — chinamen, englishmen, zulus, patagonians, and the people in the bend of the kaw river. some day all this petty pride in one's city or state or section or country will be wiped out, and we'll all be citizens of the world, as we ought to be.' `but while you are wandering in foreign lands,' i persisted, `do not your thoughts revert to some spot — some dear and —' `nary a spot,' interrupted e. r. coglan flippantly. 'the terres-trial, globular, planetary hunk of matter, slightly flattened at the poles, and known as the earth, is my abode. i've met a good many object-bound citizens of this country abroad. i've seen men from chicago sit in a gondola in venice on a moonlight night and brag about their drainage canal. i've seen a southerner on being intro-duced to the king of england hand that monarch, without batting his eyes, the information that his grandaunt on his mother's side was related by marriage to the perkinses, of charleston. i knew a new yorker who was kidnapped for ransom by some afghanistan bandits. his people sent over the money and he came back to kabul with the agent. "afghanistan?" the natives said to him through an interpreter. "well, not so slow, do you think?" "oh, i don't know," says he, and he begins to tell them about a cab-driver at sixth avenue and broadway. those ideas don't suit me. i'm not tied down to anything that isn't 8,000 miles in diameter. just put me down as e. rushmore coglan, citizen of the terrestrial sphere.' my cosmopolite made a large adieu and left me, for he thought that he saw someone through the chatter and smoke whom he knew. so i was left with the would-be periwinkle, who was reduced to wurzburger without further ability to voice his aspirations to perch, melodious, upon the summit of a valley. i sat reflecting upon my evident cosmopolite and wondering how the poet had managed to miss him. he was my discovery and i believed in him. how was it? 'the men that breed from them they traffic up and down, but cling to their cities' hem as a child to the mother's gown.' not so e. rushmore coglan. with the whole world for his - my meditations were interrupted by a tremendous noise and conflict in another part of the café. i saw above the heads of the seated patrons e. rushmore coglan and a stranger to me engaged in terrific battle. they fought between the tables like titans, and glasses crashed, and men caught their hats up and were knocked down, and a brunette screamed, and a blonde began to sing 'teas-ing.' my cosmopolite was sustaining the pride and reputation of the earth when the waiters closed in on both combatants with their famous flying wedge formation and bore them outside, still resist¬ing. i called mccarthy, one of the french garcons, and asked him the cause of the conflict. `the man with the red tie' (that was my cosmopolite), said he, `got hot on account of things said about the bum sidewalks and water supply of the place he come from by the other guy.' `why,' said i, bewildered, that man is a citizen of the world - a cosmopolite. he -2 `originally from mattawamkeag, maine, he said,' continued mccarthy, 'and he wouldn't stand for no knockin' the place.'
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