
This is where Čopova Street (the one from the previous post) ends. The square is named after a bard whose statue stands there (of course) and who is considered Slovenian greatest poet. One of his poems, The Toast, has in fact become Slovenian national anthem.
Here's one of his sonnets (from a cycle named Sonnets of Unhappiness) translated into English:-
O'er thee, Misfortune, I have ceased to wail,I'll utter no reproaches any more.Thank God, I'm used to griefs thou hast in storeAnd to the sufferings in life's strong jail. No burden can now hurt my shoulders frail;
My lips are used to bitter drinks of yore;
My feet, like leather, are no longer sore,
I dread no thorny path, no irksome trail.
Stiff are my limbs and joints as if confined.
My heart, once sensitive, is hard as stone,
The claims of sorrow have subdued my mind.
All fear is fled; with it all hopes have flown.
Should Fate caress or beat me, it will find
Insensibility of flesh and bone.
By the way, that sign at the front of the picture is part of an artsy-fartsy project; above the square, at the end of Čopova Street is installed a device which sprinkles water on the surface below. Somewhat pretentious but quite refreshing on hot days like today.