Because I do not
Hope to return, again,
Ballad, to Tuscany, you
Go light and easy
Straight to my woman
That for her courtesy
She will do you
Great honor. You bring
New sighs full of
Pain and much fear,
But see that no
Person sees you that
Is an enemy of
Gentle nature; for sure,
My misadventure you contest,
Far from you held
And I’m anguished and
After death I cry
With new pains. You,
Listen, Ballad, death holds
Me so tightly that
Life has abandoned me;
Listen how my heart
Beats strongly for her.
Then, each spirit reasons,
I’m so distressed that
I can’t suffer; if
You want to help
Me, take my soul
With you when you
Leave my heart. Yes,
Ballad, to your friendship
And this soul that
Trembles, I recommend bringing
It with you, in
Pity, to that beautiful
Woman to whom I
Send you. Yes, Ballad,
Tell her sighing when
You present yourself, your
Servant has come to
Stay with you, departed
From him who was
A servant of love. My
Bewildered and weak voice
That exits crying from
My painful heart, with
My soul and this
Ballad, go reason about
My ruined mind. You,
Go and find a
Pleasing woman with a
Sweet intellect, that will
Delight you, and keep
Her in front of
You, soul, and you
Adore her with all
Your strength.