Amor mi fa cantar a la Francescha. Per che questo m'aven non olso dire, Che quella donna, che me fa languire. Temo che non verebe a la mia tresca. A lei sum fermo celar el mio core E consumarmi inanci per so amore. Ch' almen more per cosa fentilesca. Done, di vero dir ve posso tanto, Che questa donna per cui piango e canto, E come rosa in spin morbida e frescha. Amor mi fa cantar a la Francescha.
Love makes me sing to Francesca Why this may be I cannot say, For that woman who makes me languish. I fear she would not join me in an affair, I have resolved to hide my heart from her And to consume myself instead fot her love. So that at least I'll die for gentle reasons. Women, I can tell you that this much is true, That this woman for whom I weep and sing, Is like a rose among thorns, soft and fresh. Love makes me sing to Francesca,