How many people fell in this abyss

How many people fell in this abyss, 
I fathom from afar! 
There will be time, and I will vanish too 
From earth's exterior.  

All will be still, that sang and that did struggle, 
That glistened and rejoiced: 
The greenness of my eyes, the gold of my hair, 
And this my tender voice.  

Life will continue with its soft hot bread, 
With day's oblivion. 
All will continue - under outstretched heavens 
As if I'd never been!  

Like children changeable in every mien 
And angry not for long, 
Who loved the times when in the fireplace  
Into ash turned the log,  

Violin and cavalcade within the forest 
And in the village, bell... 
Upon this dear earth - I will be no longer 
That was alive and real!  

To all — who are the friends and strangers 
To me that never knew what is enough - 
I turn to you with this my faith's demand 
And a request for love.  

Both day and night, in word and letter both: 
For truth of yes and no, 
For that though I am but twenty I am  
So often in such sorrow,  

For unavoidably my slights and trespasses 
Will be forgiven me -  
For all of my impetuous tenderness 
And look too proud and free -  

For quickness of events as they come rushing, 
For truth, for play, say I - 
Please hear me! But do also please love me 
For this that I will die.   

By Marina Tsvetayeva 
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat 
https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat