검색어: variety (영어 - 타밀어)

variety
நலம்

variety directory
ஜாவா ஸ்கிரிப்ட் குறியீடு

variety snake names
பல்வேறு பாம்பு பெயர்கள்

and a variety of corn with both husk and grain.
தொலிகள் பொதிந்த தானிய வகைகளும், வாசனையுள்ள (மலர் புற்பூண்டு ஆகிய)வையும் இருக்கின்றன.

a variety of delicious fruits; and they shall be honoured
கனி வகைகள் (அளிக்கப்படும்), இன்னும் அவர்கள் கண்ணியப்படுத்தப்படுவார்கள்;

existence of wide variety of agroclimatic condition facilitates raising of various crops
தமிழ் தமிழ் disnery-

this task selects a variety of package useful for a general purpose mail server system.
இங்கு தேர்ந்தெடுக்கிற வகையான கட்டுகள் பொது வலைச் சேவையக அமைப்பிற்காக பயன்படுகிறது

they derive a variety of benefits and drinks from them. will they, then, not give thanks?
மேலும், அவற்றிலிருந்து அவர்களுக்கு பயன்களும், பானங்களும் இருக்கின்றன, இவற்றுக்கெல்லாம் அவர்கள் நன்றி செலுத்த மாட்டார்களா?

he created the cattle. they are a source of clothing and food and also a variety of other benefits for you.
கால் நடைகளையும் அவனே படைத்தான்; அவற்றில் உங்களுக்குக் கத கதப்பு(ள்ள ஆடையணிகளு)ம் இன்னும் (பல) பலன்களும் இருக்கின்றன அவற்றிலிருந்து நீங்கள் புசிக்கவும் செய்கிறீர்கள்.

do they not look at the earth, how we caused a variety of fine vegetation to grow from it (in abundance)?
அவர்கள் பூமியைப் பார்க்கவில்லையா? - அதில் மதிப்பு மிக்க எத்தனையோ வகை (மரம், செடி, கொடி) யாவற்றையும் ஜோடி ஜோடியாக நாம் முளைப்பித்திருக்கின்றோம்.

and of his signs is the creation of the heavens and earth and the variety of your tongues and hues. surely in that are signs for all living beings.
மேலும் வானங்களையும், பூமியையும் படைத்திருப்பதும்; உங்களுடைய மொழிகளும் உங்களுடைய நிறங்களும் வேறுபட்டிருப்பதும், அவனுடைய அத்தாட்சிகளில் உள்ளவையாகும். நிச்சயமாக இதில் கற்றரிந்தோருக்கு அத்தாட்சிகள் இருக்கின்றன.

among other signs of his is the creation of the heavens and the earth, and the variety of your tongues and complexions. surely there are signs in this for those who understand.
மேலும் வானங்களையும், பூமியையும் படைத்திருப்பதும்; உங்களுடைய மொழிகளும் உங்களுடைய நிறங்களும் வேறுபட்டிருப்பதும், அவனுடைய அத்தாட்சிகளில் உள்ளவையாகும். நிச்சயமாக இதில் கற்றரிந்தோருக்கு அத்தாட்சிகள் இருக்கின்றன.

a good land produces plants, by the permission of its lord, but a wicked land produces only miserable, bitter plants. thus do we show a variety of evidence for those who give thanks.
(ஒரே விதமான மழையைக் கொண்டே) வளமான பூமி தன் இறைவன் கட்டளையைக் கொண்டு (செழுமையாகப்) பயிர் (பச்சை)களை வெளிப்படுத்துகிறது ஆனால் கெட்ட களர் நிலம் சொற்பமான விளைச்சலையே வெளிப்படுத்துகிறது நன்றி செலுத்தும் மக்களுக்கு இவ்வாறே நாம் வசனங்களை விவரிக்கின்றோம்.

it is allah who created the heavens and the earth, who sent down water from the heaven and thereby brought forth a variety of fruits as your sustenance, who subjected for you the ships that they may sail in the sea by his command, who subjected for you the rivers,
அல்லாஹ் எத்தகையவன் என்றால் அவன் தான் வானங்களையும், பூமியையும் படைத்து வானத்திலிருந்து மழையையும் பொழியச் செய்து அதைக் கொண்டு கனிவர்க்கங்களையும் உங்களுக்கு - ஆகாரமாக வெளிப்படுத்தித் தன் கட்டளையினால் கடலில் செல்லுமாறு கப்பலை உங்களுக்கு வசப்படுத்திக் கொடுத்தும், ஆறுகளையும் உங்களுக்கு வசப்படுத்தித்தந்தான்.

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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