There is no tracing the connection of ancient nations but by language; and therefore I am always sorry when any language is lost, because languages are the pedigree of nations.
The curve of a river and the ups and downs
of a sweet spring,
The proud dance of the butterfly, the turns
and twists of the Pleiades,
From the mixing of all these you have been born.
You have emerged from a beautiful horizon.
My accents are tangy, because I have eaten your salt.
There is vitality in my tongue, though I am sick for you;
I am free in verse, though I am your prisoner.
By your mercy, I am a mystic leader of verses and words.
I laugh at emperors because I am your slave.
(Josh Malihabadi : original in Urdu : The poet addresses Urdu as his beloved)
Of all the languages, I know,
I have not known any other language as sweet as Tamil.
(Mahakavi Bharathi : About Tamil)