Translation of "أدري" in English

في الحقيقة لا أدري.

- To be honest, I don't know.
- Honestly, I don't know.

لا أدري، لا أعرف.

I don't know.

لا أدري كيف فعلتَها.

I don't know how you did it.

لا أدري ماذا تعني.

- I don't know what this means.
- I don't know what it means.

لا أدري أين موقف الباص.

I don't know where the bus stop is.

لا أدري إن كان ليفعلها لأجلي.

I don't know if he would have done it for me.

صدقا لا أدري لماذا حدث هذا.

I really don't know why that happened.

- لا أعرف‏.‏‏
- لا أعرف.
- لا أدري.

- I don't know.
- I haven't got a clue.
- I do not know.
- Dunno.

لا أدري ما الذي كان يمكنني فعله

I don't know what I could have done,

حسنًا، لا أدري، حصل تغيير بالتأكيد هناك.

Well, I don't know, there was a change there for sure.

ولا أدري ما سأقول وما إلى ذلك"

and don't know what I'm going to say and so on."

- حقيقةً لا أعلم.
- في الحقيقة لا أدري.

I don't really know.

لا أدري إن كان بإمكاننا فعل ذلك.

I don't know if we're going to be able to do that.

- لا أعرف‏.‏‏
- لا أعرف.
- لا أعلم.
- لا أدري.

- I don't know.
- I do not know.

ومن حيث لا أدري، سألتني إذا كان لدي حبيب.

out of nowhere, she asked me if I had a boyfriend.

قد تكون هناك ظروف غير مخطّط لها. لا أدري.

There can be unplanned circumstances, I don't know.

لا أدري لماذا ، ولكن كل يوم يتسلسل شخص ما

I don't know why but every day someone would chain

‫ولا أدري كم يستغرق وصولي إلى الحطام‬ ‫في ذلك الاتجاه.‬

And I don't know how long it's gonna take me to reach the wreckage... in that direction.

لا أدري إذا كان لا يزال هناك من يفكر ولكن

I don't know if there are still those who think but

- لا أعرف‏.‏‏
- لا أعرف.
- لا أعلم.
- لا أدري.
- لا اعرف.

I don't know.

أفهم الإسلام بشكل جيد ولكنني أدري قليلاً عن الهندوسية وثقافتها.

I've got a good understanding of Islam, but I know little about the Hindu religion and its culture.

لا أدري ماذا كان يمكنني أن أفعل لولا مجيئك لمساعدتي.

- I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come to help me.
- I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come to help me.

لا أدري أيهما أسوأ: أن تكون غبيا أم أن تتظاهر بالغباء.

I don't know what's worse: being stupid or pretending to be stupid.

ولا أدري متى بدأت تتعاطى الأدوية التي لا تصرف إلا بوصفة طبية،

And I don't know when she started taking prescription pain pills,

- لا أدري إن كانت ستأتي.
- لا أعلم إن كانت قادمة أم لا.

I don't know whether she will come.

- أنا لا اعرف ما يحصل هنا.
- أنا لا أعرف ما يجري هنا.
- لا أدري ما يحصل هنا.

I don't know what happens here.

في هذه المرحلة من تاريخ أمريكا، لا وجود لما يدعى بالصحافة المستقلة. أنت تدري وأنا أدري. لا يجرؤ أي منكم على كتابة آرائه الصادقة، ولو فعل، فإنكم تعلمون مسبقًا أن رأيه الصادق لن ينشر البتة. يدفع لي أسبوعيًّا لأبقي آرائي الصادقة خارج الصحيفة التي أتصل بها. أنتم كذلك يدفع لكم رواتب مشابهةٌ لتفعلوا أمرًا مشابهًا، ومن بلغت به الحماقة أن يكتب آراء صادقةً فسيجد نفسه في الشارع باحثًا عن عمل آخر. لو سمحتُ لآرائي الحقيقية أن تظهر في عدد من أعداد صحيفتي، فستولي وظيفتي قبل مضي أربع وعشرين ساعة. شغل الصحفي الشاغل هو أن يدمر الحقيقة، ويكذب بلا خجل، ويحرف، ويذم، ويطلب الزلفى عند قدمي قارون، وأن يبيع بلده وعِرقه لينال خبز يومه. أنت تدري وأنا أدري، وكم في شرب نخب الصحافة المستقلة من غباوة؟ نحن الدمى التي تُسحب خيوطها فتتراقص. مواهبنا، وإمكانياتنا، ومَعَايِشُنَا كلها ملك رجال آخرين. نحن نمارس العهر العقلي.

- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.