Translation for "templarlo" to english

Templarlo

• temper it

Translation examples

temper it

moldeada por Dios, de templarlo con lágrimas
Moulded by God, and tempered with the tears

Hannah la llevó junto a la bomba y echó agua fría para templarla.
Hannah took it to the water pump and mixed some cold water in to temper it.

Luego colocó la cabeza en su yunque y la golpeó con el martillo, mojándola con agua fría para templarla.
Then he put the head on his anvil and hammered it, dipping it in cold water to temper it.

Y Jessica, volviéndose a mirarle, pensó: Hay acero en este hombre, pero nadie ha conseguido templarlo aún...
And Jessica, turning back to look at him, thought: There's steel in this man that no one has taken the temper out of .

Ambos repitieron incontables veces en mis oídos que el nagual por sí solo no servía, que el tonal debía templarlo.
Both of them repeated countless times in my ears that the 'nagual' by itself was of no use, that it had to be tempered by the 'tonal'.

—Crees que podrás cambiarlo, templarlo, hacerlo mejor, porque eres lo único que le importa —exclamó Jocelyn—.
“You think you can change him, temper him, make him better, because you’re the only thing he cares about,” Jocelyn said.

Cuando Kiin se da cuenta de que su empecinado intento por alegrarle el humor a Cambara y templarlo con expectativas moderadas no funciona, decide cambiar su enfoque.
When Kiin’s dogged attempt at lightening Cambara’s mood and tempering it with a sense of moderate expectation doesn’t work, she decides to change her approach.

Sin malicia, Julia lo imaginó desnudo, en la penumbra del dormitorio del anticuario, bello y silencioso como una estatua de mármol, con el pelo rubio caído sobre la frente, enhiesto lo que César, con un eufemismo que ella creía tomado de Cocteau, denominaba el áureo cetro o algo por el estilo, presto a templarlo en el antrum amoris de su maduro oponente, o tal vez fuese al revés, el maduro oponente ocupándose del antrum del joven efebo;
Quite innocently, Julia imagined him naked, in the half-light of Cesar’s bedroom, beautiful and silent as a marble statue, his blond hair fallen over his face, with what Cesar termed, using a euphemism Julia believed he’d stolen from Cocteau, the golden sceptre, erect and ready to be tempered in the antrum amoris of his mature companion, or perhaps it would be the other way round, the mature man busy with the young man’s antrum.