Nguyen Du's "The Tale of Kieu" and Christopher Marlowe's "Dr Faustus" have always struck me as providing a similar concept of reality, though Kieu finds redemption and Dr Faustus finds damnation.
"This we have learned: with Heaven rest all things. Heaven appoints each human to a place . . . Our karma we must carry as our lot - let's stop decrying Heaven's whims and quirks. Inside ourselves there lies the root of good: the heart outweighs all talents on this earth"
MEPHASTOPHILIS: Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.
Think’st thou that I, who saw the face of God,
And tasted the eternal joys of heaven,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
In being deprived of everlasting bliss?
O Faustus, leave these frivolous demands,
Which strike a terror to my fainting soul.
FAUSTUS: What, is great Mephastophilis so passionate
For being deprivèd of the joys of heaven?
Learn thou of Faustus manly fortitude,
And scorn those joys thou never shalt possess.