It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

 

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接下来是中文版，不知道是谁翻译的。

你靠什么谋生？我不感兴趣。
我想知道：你渴求什么，
你是不是敢梦想你心中的渴望。

 

你几岁？我不感兴趣。
我想知道：你是不是愿意冒看起来像个傻瓜的危险，
为了爱，为了你的梦想，为了生命的奇遇。

 

什么星球跟你的月亮平行？我不感兴趣。
我想要知道：你是不是触摸到你忧伤的核心，
你是不是被生命的背叛关闭了心胸，
或是变得枯萎封闭，因为怕更多的伤痛！
我想要知道：你是不是能跟痛苦共处，不管是你的或是我的，
而不想去隐藏它、消除它、整修它。
我想要知道：你是不是能跟喜悦共处，不管是你的或是我的，

你是不是能跟狂野共舞，
让激情充满了你的指尖到趾间，
而不会警告我们要小心、要实际、要记得做人的局限。

 

你跟我说的故事是否真实？我不感兴趣。
我想要知道：你是否为了对自已真诚而让别人失望，
你是不是能忍受背叛的指控，而不背叛自己的灵魂。
我想要知道：你是不是能够忠实而足以信赖。
我想要知道：你是不是能看到美，虽然不是每天都美丽，
你是不是能从生命的所在找到你的源头。
我想要知道：你是不是能跟失败共存，不管是你的或是我的，
而还能站在湖岸，
对满月的银光呐喊“是啊"

 

你是谁？你怎么来的？我不感兴趣。
我想要知道：你是不是会跟我一起站在火焰的中心，
而不退缩。

你在哪里学习？学什么？跟谁学？我不感兴趣。
我想要知道：当所有的一切都消逝时，是什么在你的内心支撑着你。
我想要知道：你是不是能跟你自己单独相处，
你是不是真的喜欢作自己的伴侣，在空虚的时刻里。