Pokôpal misli visokoletéče,
željá nespolnjenih sem bolečine, ko Črtomir ves up na zemlji sreče;

dan jasni, dan oblačni v noči mine, srcé veselo in bolnó, trpeče upokójžle bodo grôba globočine.

V Šmarje - Sap sem se odpeljal 20. decembra. Vozil sem se po stari cesti iz Ljubljane, kjer se pot iz škofljice prek vrste serpentin dvigne v kraj Mali Vrh, to je tam, kjer se Ljubljanska kotlina zarine ob prag dolenjskega gričevja. Mali Vrh je stkan s Šmarjem, ta je združen s krajem Sap, nato pa te cesta počasi pripelje v Grosuplje. Tu nisem bil prvič, skozenj sem se peljal že velikokrat, največkrat s kolesom.
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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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