They offer you many things, 
I a few. 
Moonlight on the play of fountains at night 
With water sparkling a drowsy monotone, 
Bare-shouldered, smiling women and talk
And a cross-play of loves and adulteries 
And a fear of death 
and a remembering of regrets: 
All this they offer you. 
I come with:
salt and bread 
a terrible job of work 
and tireless war; 
Come and have now: 
hunger.
danger 
and hate.