검색어: friend toall is a friend to none (영어 - 타밀어)

a friend to all is a friend to none
நண்பன் யாருக்கும் நண்பன் அல்ல.

a friend is a friend indeed
நேர்மையே சிறந்த கொள்கை

a friend in need is a friend indeed
தேவை ஒரு நண்பர் உண்மையில் ஒரு நண்பர் ஆகிறது

invite a friend to a friend
engal paramparium engal perumai

i will a friend to my mother in law
நான் ஒரு மாமியாருக்கு நண்பனாக இருப்பேன்

ideal teacher is a friend ,philosopher guide
சிறந்த ஆசிரியர் ஒரு நண்பர், தத்துவஞானி வழிகாட்டி

a friend `s eyes is a good mirror
ஒரு நண்பரின் கண்கள் ஒரு நல்ல கண்ணாடி

a friend is a best teacher and a unpaid therapist
எனது ஊதியம் பெறாத சிகிச்சையாளராக இருந்ததற்கு நன்றி

a friend is a best teacher and a unpaid therapist
எனது ஊதியம் பெறாத சிகிச்சையாளராக இருந்ததற்கு நன்றி

father, i fear that some chastisement from the all-merciful will smite thee, so that thou becomest a friend to satan.
"என் அருமைத் தந்தையே! நிச்சயமாக அர்ரஹ்மானிடமிருந்துள்ள வேதனைவந்து உங்களைத் தொட்டு, நீங்கள் ஷைத்தானின் கூட்டாளியாகி விடுவதைப் பற்றி நான் அஞ்சுகிறேன்" (என்றார்).

and who is better in religion than he who submits himself wholly to god, and is a doer of good, and follows the faith of abraham the monotheist? god has chosen abraham for a friend.
மேலும், எவர் நன்மை செய்யக்கூடிய நிலையில் அல்லாஹ்வுக்கு முற்றிலும் வழிபட்டு, இப்றாஹீமுடைய தூய மார்க்கத்தையும் பின் பற்றுகிறாரோ, அவரைவிட அழகிய மார்க்கத்தை உடையவர் யார்? இன்னும் அல்லாஹ் இப்றாஹீமை தன் மெய்யன்பராக எடுத்துக் கொண்டான்.

do not eat the flesh of an animal which has been slaughtered without a mention of the name of god; it is a sinful deed. satan teaches his friends to argue with you. if you obey them, you will certainly be idol worshippers.
எதன்மீது. (அறுக்கும்போது) அல்லாஹ்வின் பெயர் கூறப்படவில்லையோ அதைப் புசியாதீர்கள் - நிச்சயமாக அது பாவமாகும்; நிச்சயமாக ஷைத்தான்கள் தங்கள் நண்பர்களை உங்களோடு (வீண்) தர்க்கம் செய்யுமாறு தூண்டுகிறார்கள் - நீங்கள் அவர்களுக்கு வழிபட்டால், நிச்சயமாக நீங்களும் முஷ்ரிக்குகள் (இணைவைப்போர்) ஆவீர்கள்.

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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