Você procurou por: my throat is itchy (Inglês - Hindi)

my throat is sore
mere gale me dard hai

my throat is burning.
gala jal raha he

throat is sore
gala dard

my throat has dried up.
मेरा गला सूख गया है।

i felt a lump in my throat .
लगा जैसे मेरे गले में कुछ अटक गया है ।

the throat is loose and baggy .
गला ढीलाढाला और भारी होता है ।

crazy old fool damn near cut my throat.
पागल बूढ़े ने मेरा गला ही काट दिया.

they tickle my throat and make me cough .
वह मेरे गले में अड़ जाती है और मुजे खाँसी आने लगती है ।

a sore throat is often the precursor of a cold .
गले में ख़राश अक्सर सर्दी लगने का पूर्व लक्षण है ।

the breast is light brown and the throat is white .
छाती हल्के बादामी रंग की और गला सफेद रंग का होता है .

i am weary with my crying. my throat is dry. my eyes fail, looking for my god.
मैं पुकारते पुकारते थक गया, मेरा गला सूख गया है; अपने परमेश्वर की बाट जोहते जोहते, मेरी आंखे रह गई हैं।।

a natural reaction to a parched throat is to drink water .
खुश्क गले की स्थिति में जो स्वाभाविक प्रतिक्रिया होती है वह है पानी पीना ।

i took the glass in my hand and poured the medicine down my throat .
मैंने शीशी से भरी दवामुँह में भर ली ।

fortunately the fever subsided and my throat got better after a few days .
सौभाग्यवश बुखार कम हो गया और कुछ ही दिनों में मेरा गला भी बेहतर हो गया ।

i am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while i wait for my god.
मैं पुकारते पुकारते थक गया, मेरा गला सूख गया है; अपने परमेश्वर की बाट जोहते जोहते, मेरी आंखे रह गई हैं।।

prompt attention to sore throat is desirable , as it may lead to the extention of the disease to the lower respiratory tract .
गले का का शोथ होने पर तुरंत ही ध्यान देना चाहिए अन्यथा यह रोग निचले श्वसन क्षेत्र तक बढ़ सकता है ।

for there is no faithfulness in their mouth. their heart is destruction. their throat is an open tomb. they flatter with their tongue.
हे यहोवा, मेरे शत्रुओं के कारण अपने धर्म के मार्ग में मेरी अगुवाई कर; मेरे आगे आगे अपने सीधे मार्ग को दिखा।

"their throat is an open tomb. with their tongues they have used deceit." "the poison of vipers is under their lips";
उन का गला खुली हुई कब्र है: उन्हीं ने अपनी जीभों से छल किया है: उन के होठों में सापों का विष है।

i wanted to fast on 12th july, but i had breakfast in the morning itself so that i could not keep fast on that day. after having breakfast when i was going to college by bike, on the way a bee bit me in my throat, due to which my throat swelled and i had trouble swallowing whenever i ate something throughout the day.
मै 12 जुलाई को व्रत रखना चाहता था लेकिन सुबह ही मैंने नाश्ता कर लिया जिससे मै उस दिन व्रत नहीं रख सकता था। नाश्ता करने के बाद जब मैं bike से कॉलेज जा रहा था तो, रास्ते में एक मधुमक्खी ने मेरे गले में �

i cannot go to school today," said little peggy ann mckay. "i have the measles and the mumps, a gash, a rash and purple bumps. my mouth is wet, my throat is dry, i'm going blind in my right eye. my tonsils are as big as rocks, i've counted sixteen chicken pox and there's one more—that's seventeen, and don't you think my face looks green? my leg is cut—my eyes are blue— it might be instamatic flu. i cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, i'm sure that my left leg is broke— my hip hurts when i move my chin, my belly button's caving in, my back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, my 'pendix pains each time it rains. my nose is cold, my toes are numb. i have a sliver in my thumb. my neck is stiff, my voice is weak, i hardly whisper when i speak. my tongue is filling up my mouth, i think my hair is falling out. my elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, my temperature is one-o-eight. my brain is shrunk, i cannot hear, there is a hole inside my ear. i have a hangnail, and my heart is—what? what's that? what's that you say? you say today is. . .saturday? g'bye, i'm going out to play!" from shel silverstein: poems and drawings; originally appeared in where the sidewalk ends by shel silverstein. copyright © 2003 by harpercollins children's books. reprinted by permission of the publisher. all rights reserved. shel silverstein poet, cartoonist, playwright, performer, recording artist, and songwriter shel silverstein is best known as the award-winning author of iconic books of prose and poetry for young readers. more shel silverstein > sign up for poem-a-day receive a new poem in your inbox daily email address john@example.com more by shel silverstein mr. grumpledump's song everything's wrong, days are too long, sunshine's too hot, wind is too strong. clouds are too fluffy, grass is too green, ground is too dusty, sheets are too clean. stars are too twinkly, moon is too high, water's too drippy, sand is too dry. rocks are too heavy, feathers too light, kids are too noisy, shoes are too tight. folks are too happy, singin' their songs. why can't they see it? everything's wrong! shel silverstein 2004 newsletter sign up academy of american poets newsletter academy of american poets educator newsletter teach this poem poem-a-day john@example.com support us become a member donate now get involved make a bequest advertise with us poets shop follow us poets.org find poems find poets poetry near you jobs for poets read stanza privacy policy press center advertise academy of american poets about us programs prizes the walt whitman award james laughlin award ambroggio prize chancellors staff national poetry month poetry & the creative mind dear poet project poster 30 ways to celebrate sponsorship american poets books noted essays advertise © academy of american poets, 75 maiden lane, suite 901, new york, ny 10038 poets.org poems bring us together join thousands
मैं आज स्कूल नहीं जा सकता क्योंकि मैं बीमार महसूस करता हूँ