For all who know and love Nadi\u017ea \u2013 whether the local Kotarji people from our valley or those coming from different lands \u2013 and for all who wish to know her better, here\u2019s a song, by one Kotar man, Jurij \u0160imac, about this our Nadi\u017ea.<\/p>\n
The song has been translated from the original Slovene by Thomas Keeler and Meta M.<\/p>\n
Through the valley our river flows, Secretly she comes to life, So she bursts upon the land, Soon the first bridge cuts her, But all ye beware...<\/em><\/p>\n On her left dark Karst looms, Down now below Gradec, The chime of a mountain bell, And then another bridge, The spray tumbles down, Now a mighty bend, Now beyond this bridge, Now to where in summer, Crystal clear our river, And Mount Stol too sees himself, Skies flame at sunset, At Rob she briskly\u00a0bends Now she narrows tightly, So is our Nadi\u017ea...<\/em><\/p>\n Whenever she is tame, Then her course she bends, Jurij \u0160imac from Breginj<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" For all who know and love Nadi\u017ea \u2013 whether the local Kotarji people from our valley or those coming from different lands \u2013 and for all who wish to know her better, here\u2019s a song, by one Kotar man, Jurij \u0160imac, about this our Nadi\u017ea. The song has been translated from the original Slovene by Thomas Keeler and Meta M. Continue Reading<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":3403,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kamp-nadiza.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3418"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kamp-nadiza.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kamp-nadiza.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamp-nadiza.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamp-nadiza.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3418"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamp-nadiza.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3418\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7170,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamp-nadiza.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3418\/revisions\/7170"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamp-nadiza.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3403"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kamp-nadiza.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3418"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ntowards the line where border cuts.
\nWhence she comes \u2013 whence she goes?
\nLet's follow her to the end!<\/em><\/p>\n
\n\u2018Tween Jalovec and Muzec.
\nFour sources winding their own ways,
\n\u2018til at Srednje brdo they make her.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nvivacious Nadi\u017ea, away she blows,
\nwith vigour under Stermca,
\nno rock to block her way.<\/em><\/p>\n
\na regal sounding crossing.
\nShe rushes past House Nardin,
\nand weds her course to Namlin\u2019s.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nit is time for care.
\nShear\u00a0walls bear down,
\nroaring waves around,
\nmaking Jamnik\u2019s waters brake.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nin Bran, in Sovdan,
\nwhere under Prosnida,
\ndive the waters of Legrada,
\nthrough the tightest narrows,
\nhissing as they fall.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nechoes down from high Logje,
\nup there all alone.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nwith the old way aboard,
\nfor Robidi\u0161\u010de folk.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nfrothing over stones,
\nrapid and unresting.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nswings under Bridge Cesar,
\nat last the river slows.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nshe dallies and drops her pebbles.
\nLooking down from high,
\nSaint\u00a0Helena\u2019s church,
\neyes her greenly through the wood.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nflock the lively swimmers,
\nBela then Podbela,
\nand gentle lapping on the shores.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthrough light bends and osier branches,
\nshimmering she\u2019s seen.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nreflected in her waters,
\nwhile thinking of old tales.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nher silver ribbon blazes,
\nbelow House Hurja at Korita Gorge,
\nsees purest hidden pools,
\nas magical worlds created,
\nas thoughts on her path to come.<\/em><\/p>\n
\ntowards Matajur and Mija,
\nwhere to us she waves goodbye,
\nand says farewell to St.Volar.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nas if she were afraid
\nto carry on her journey
\ninto Friuli\u2019s plain.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nher melody is welcome.
\nBut sometimes she gets angry,
\nand her banks will not contain.<\/em><\/p>\n
\ntowards the \u201cbroken bridges\u201d
\nnought to spare,
\nall will yield,
\nour Nadi\u017ea this is she.<\/em><\/p>\n