Not yet.
This toast was written by Konstantin Simonov. I would like to share with you.

Hours of Friendship


Not long ago, when I was at a dinner,
I heard a toast - and here I write it down.

"I had a dream" the speaker said to us
"That I had died, and yet I was not dead
And there before me lay a final road
On which I walked, with neither food nor fire.
An empty plain stretched out in all directions
With crouching hills, whose tops held up the sky.
I walked all day, and yet all day saw nothing -
No smoke, no house, no turning right or left.
Beside the road there stood, in place of milestones,
Some rough-hewn slabs which marked successive graves.
I read the worn inscriptions that were on them
It seemed that babies had been buried there
At two weeks old from birth, at three perhaps,
They died, when they had scarcely yet been born.
Then as it came to midnight, I encountered
An ancient man, his hair as white as snow.
He sat beside the road and from a horn
Drank strong black wine and nibbled pungent cheese.
'Tell me, old man' I put to him a question,
'You chew your cheese, you from a horn drink wine.
How have you reached so great a length of living
Here, where no others live a single year?'
He said 'You are mistaken, passing stranger.
Here people live into the depths of age.
Here in these graves lie men as old as I am.
You have misread the funerary inscriptions.
We do not count the passing years as you do.
We reckon, when we measure length of living,
Not years that we have lived, but hours of friendship.'"

At that the speaker stood up from the table -
"My friends, now let us drink to years of friendship!"
But we were silent. If life's reckoned thus,
Perhaps not all of us would live a year!

That's right Bod, forgot to write the translation but it is even better, you did it and I think that's good practice too. Was it right in Turkish or I made a mistake?

Bod, hasta olduğunu bilseydim, seni görmeye gelecektim.
(Just kidding)

Here is 2:19 AM.
I think it is alcoholizm to drink at this hour

Thank you all for joining me.

Thank you Sophie!
Well done.If not you I never would know about this.Your translation is better than many articles in Los Angeles Times, believe me.

Tost to all my friends here on TC and my wish to understand and always forgive each other. Cheers!!!

Thank you my dear Sibel!
Dobroe utro sestrichka! Eto vot tebe, dumayu bolshe ponravitsya.

Мне каждый вечер зажигают свечи

Мне каждый вечер зажигают свечи,
И образ твой окуривает дым,-
И не хочу я знать, что время лечит,
Что все проходит вместе с ним.

Я больше не избавлюсь от покоя:
Ведь все, что было на душе на год вперед,
Не ведая, она взяла с собою -
Сначала в порт, а после - в самолет.

Мне каждый вечер зажигают свечи,
И образ твой окуривает дым,-
И не хочу я знать, что время лечит,
Что все проходит вместе с ним.

В душе моей - пустынная пустыня,-
Так что ж стоите над пустой моей душой!
Обрывки песен там и паутина,-
А остальное все она взяла с собой.

Теперь мне вечер зажигает свечи,
И образ твой окуривает дым,-
И не хочу я знать, что время лечит,
Что все проходит вместе с ним.

В душе моей - все цели без дороги,-
Поройтесь в ней - и вы найдете лишь
Две полуфразы, полудиалоги,-
А остальное - Франция, Париж...

И пусть мне вечер зажигает свечи,
И образ твой окуривает дым,-
Но не хочу я знать, что время лечит,
Что все проходит вместе с ним.

1967, ред. 1968

Владимир Высоцкий

You are right , it was good morning with this beautiful poem.
Thank you so much, dear Sibel.
And this is for you.Good evening, sestrichka!

Last Love

Love at the closing of our days
is apprehensive and very tender.
Glow brighter, brighter, farewell rays
of one last love in its evening splendour.

Blue shade takes half the world away:
through western clouds alone some light is slanted.
O tarry, O tarry, declining day,
enchantment, let me stay enchanted.

The blood runs thinner, yet the heart
remains as ever deep and tender.
O last belated love, thou art
a blend of joy and of hopeless surrender.

Fyodor Tyutchev
Trans. Vladimir Nabokov

I will not but I think you are right he is veryyyyyy sweet.