monophonic ballata

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. lei sum fermo celar el mio core 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, 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  
That this woman for whom I weep and sing, 
Is like a rose among thorns, soft and fresh. 
Love makes me sing to Francesca,