Pokopah miso što visoko lijeće, neispunjenih želja svih gorčine, ko Črtomir, svu nadu zemne sreće;

dan jasan i dan tmuran u noć mine, i veselo i bolno srce, sve će
smiriti groba tamnoga dubine.


U Šmarje-Sap sam krenuo 20. prosinca. Vozio sam starom cestom iz Ljubljane, kojom te put vodi iz Škofljice preko niza serpentina na uzvisinu i mjesto Mali Vrh. To je tamo gdje se Ljubljanska kotlina zavlači pod brežuljkaste predjele Dolenjske. Mali Vrh je sa Šmarjem spojen, a Šmarje je sjedinjeno s mjestom Sap, a dalje cesta polako vodi u Grosuplje. Nisam tu bio prvi put, ovuda sam već često prolazio, najčešće biciklom.
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My highest-flying thoughts have I inhumed,
With all the pain of wishes unfulfilled,
Like Črtomir’s, all hopes in earth entombed.

Days bright and dull are both to night distilled,
And hearts to suffer joy and sadness doomed
Will all in deepest grave at last be stilled.


I started toward Šmarje-Sap on 20th December. I took the old road from Ljubljana, which leads from Škofljica with many hairpin bends to high ground and the town of Mali Vrh. This is where Ljubljana’s hill-encircled valley creeps into the hilly regions of Dolenjska. Mali Vrh is linked to Šmarje and Šmarje is merged with the village of Sap, and the road moves away further to Grosuplje. I was not here for the first time; I had passed this place many times, most often on bicycle.
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