One Body, Two Centers

One Body, Two Centers Changing, transforming, it became this way. This form, this shape was called human. It came to a place that’s called the world, In every movement, a feeling was traced. That feeling — not the tastes of the surroundings, Not the sensations taken by the body. One center always stayed in its place, That center watched and observed from its essence. This body received knowledge from the world, It recorded tastes, writing them into the brain. One center always stayed in its place, And yet, within the center, only itself remained. Images, colors, and tastes — all the same, Emphases, sounds, and words — all the same. The given names and faces — all the same, Constantly gathered in the very same way. İstəyirsənsə bu tərcüməni poetik və ritmik (bədii) şəkildə ingiliscəyə uyğunlaşdırım ki, şeir kimi səslənsin?