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disappear
பொருள்களை ஒட்டவும்

disappear to left
கோப்பினை சொருகு

disappear to bottom
படி எடுக்கப்பட்ட பொருள்

disappear to left/ top
஠கலத்தை ஠திகரிக்கவும் (% 1):

disappear to left/ bottom
உயரத்தை ஠திகரிக்கவும் (% 1):

disappear to right/ bottom
சுழற்சி கோணம்:

day of having the wish to disappear
நான் என்றென்றும் மறைந்துவிட விரும்புகிறே

to disappear until you are you again
मैं तब तक गायब होना चाहता हूं जब तक कि मैं फिर से ठीक न हो जाऊं

i just disappear and come back when i'm good
நான் மறைந்து, நான் நன்றாக இருக்கும்போது திரும்பி வருகிறேன்

those that run [their courses] and disappear -
முன் சென்று கொண்டிருப்பவை மறைபவை (மீதும்),

tracks hot-pluggable devices as they appear and disappear.
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whatever they had worshipped before will disappear and they will then know that there is no way for them to escape.
அன்றியும், முன்னால் அவர்கள் (தெய்வங்கள் என) அழைத்துக் கொண்டிருந்தவை அவர்களை விட்டும் மறைந்துவிடும். எனவே அவர்களுக்குப் புகலிடமில்லை என்பதை அவர்கள் அறிந்து கொள்வார்கள்.

or cause the streams in your garden to disappear under the ground such that you will never be able to find them.
"அல்லது அதன் நீர் முழுதும் உறிஞ்சப்பட்டதாகி - அதை நீ தேடிக்கண்டு பிடிக்க முடியாதபடியும் ஆகிவிடலாம்" என்று கூறினான்.

we will hurl the truth at falsehood, the falsehood shall be crushed and will disappear. woe to you for what you utter.
அவ்வாறில்லை! நாம் சத்தியத்தை கொண்டு, அசத்தியத்தின் மீது வீசுகிறோம்; அதனால், (சத்தியம் அசத்தியத்தின் சிரசைச்) சிதறடித்துவிடுகிறது பின்னர் (அசத்தியம்) அழிந்ததே போய்விடுகிறது. ஆகவே, நீங்கள் (கற்பனையாக இட்டுக்கட்டி) வர்ணிப்பதெல்லாம் உங்களுக்கு கேடுதான்.

(on the day of judgment) the disbelievers will submit themselves to god and whatever they had falsely invented will disappear.
இன்னும், அந்நாளில் அவர்கள் அல்லாஹ்வுக்கு அடிபணிவார்கள்; பின்னர் இவர்கள் இட்டுக் கட்டிக்கொண்டிருந்தவையெல்லாம் இவர்களை(க் கை) விட்டும் மறைந்து விடும்.

so verily, i swear by the planets that recede (i.e. disappear during the day and appear during the night).
எனவே, பின்னே விலகிச் செல்பவை (கிரகங்களின்) மீது சத்தியமாக-

say: have ye thought: if (all) your water were to disappear into the earth, who then could bring you gushing water?
(நபியே!) நீர் கூறும்: உங்களின் தண்ணீர் பூமியினுள் (உறிஞ்சப்பட்டுப்) போய்விட்டால், அப்பொழுது ஓடும் நீரை உங்களுக்குக் கொண்டு வருபவன் யார்? என்பதை கவனித்தீர்களா? என்று (எனக்கு அறிவியுங்கள்).

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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