Whenever I venture into an endless saga about what the West stole from the East and the East from the West, I think this: If this realm of dreams we call the world is but a house we roam like sleepwalkers, then our literary traditions are like wall clocks, there to make us feel at home.  So:
1. To say that one of these wall clocks is right and another wrong is utter nonsense.
2. To say that one is five hours ahead of the other is also nonsense; by using the same logic you could just as easily say that it's seven hours behind.
3. For much the same reason, if it is 9:35 according to one clock and it just so happens that another clock also says it's 9:35, anyone who claims that the second clock is imitating the first is spouting nonsense.