Thanks to Jessica for researching and translating. Act I, Christmas Eve; Mimi (who dies at the end) comes upstairs to get a light for her candle from Rodolfo, a poet. In the dark, he reaches for her.: What a cold hand! Let me warm it for you. Why look for it; we can't see it in the dark. But, we're in luck; it's a moonlit night, and the moon is near. Wait, signorina, I will tell you in two words who I am and what I do, how I live. Would you like that? Who am I? I am a poet. What do I do? Write. How do I live? I live. In poverty I'm blessed, for I squander on great men rhymes and hymns of love. For dreams, and visions, and castles in the air, my soul is rich. Sometimes, from my safebox, two theives steal my jewels -- two beautiful eyes. They just came in with you now, and all my dreams, my usual, beautiful dreams, instantly disappeared. But this doesn't disturb me, because you have taken their place with hope! Now you know me; you must speak! Speak to me! Tell me; who are you? I beg you -- I beg you speak!