~<Bella>~

             I turn to right and left, in all the earth
          	           I see no signs of justice, sense or worth: 
          	            A man does evil deeds, and all his days
          	            are filled with luck and universal praise;
          	             Another good in all he does - He dies a
          	           wretched, broken man whom all despise.
          	
          	             But all this world is like a tale we hear -
          	              Men’s evil, and their glory, disappear.
          	
          	             - Abolghasem Ferdowsi, “Shahnameh”