by Adelbert von Chamisso (1781 - 1838)
Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Die Müllerin
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT DUT ENG FRE
Die Mühle, die dreht ihre Flügel,
 Der Sturm, der sauset darin,
Und unter der Linde am Hügel,
 Da weinet die Müllerin:

Lass sausen den Sturm und brausen,
 Ich habe gebaut auf den Wind;
Ich habe gebaut auf Schwüre --
 Da war ich ein törichtes Kind.

Noch hat mich der Wind nicht belogen,
 Der Wind, der blieb mir treu;
Und bin ich verarmt und betrogen --
 Die Schwüre, die waren nur Spreu.

Wo ist, der sie geschworen?
 Der Wind nimmt die Klagen nur auf;
Er hat sich auf's Wandern verloren --
 Es findet der Wind ihn nicht auf.

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Corien Sleeswijk) , "De molenarin", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De mulderin", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The Mill-maid", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La meunière", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2015-08-16 11:08:00
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Word count: 94

The Mill‑maid
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
The windmill turns its blades,
 The storm roars within
And under the lime tree by the hill
 There the mill-maid is crying.

Let the storm roar and bluster,
 I counted on the wind;
I counted on vows--
 In so doing I acted like a foolish child.

The wind has not yet lied to me,
 The wind remained true to me;
And yet I am impoverished and betrayed --
 The vows, they were nothing but chaff.

Where is he, who made the vows?
 The wind only gathers up laments;
He has lost himself in wanderings --
 The wind cannot find a trace of him.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2009 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Text added to the website: 2009-11-21 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:27
Line count: 16
Word count: 101