A speaker lies awake, or drifts into sleep, while the stars murmur to them all night long. The voices sound beautiful, like harp and fiddle, calm but insistent. When the speaker addresses a loved one and explains what the stars say, the answer is "everything, but nothing, if its not you." In other words, every whisper comes back to the beloved's name, repeated from dusk to dawn. The repeated "na pak" seems to be that name or a phrase tied to it, though the poem doesn't explain it.
The speaker answers the stars and wonders whether they speak on the beloved's behalf. The mood turns from dreamy to aching. The sun becomes harsh, "burning, blistering, blocking," and the heavy b sounds feel like a wall between the two people. The poem ends on a small, quiet question: "when will you return / dear?" Beneath the lovely imagery is simple loneliness and waiting.