not to sleep but till

Not out of malice
Only not being aware
There in, what one stood for
In the garden of he who is.

Not to show disrespect
Only to look on and on it, watch.
Not to be destroyed by ignorance
Beside the great Nim tree.

Beside their fellow thinkers they sat
Covered by the cloth of awe.
His garden all others there in lie
Before passing on, not to sleep but till.