An old
Latin phrase, literally "The fear of death confounds me," but in meaning closer to "distresses me". It originates from the
Catholic liturgical prayers known as the Office of the Dead, which date back to the
seventh or eighth century.
Peccantem me quotidie, et non me paenitentem, timor mortis conturbat me:
quia in inferno nulla est redemptio, miserere mei Deus, et salva me.
Sinning daily, without repentance, the fear of death troubles me.
Have mercy on me, O God, and save me, for in hell there is no redemption.
These four words struck a chord in the late medieval
Danse Macabre, the fragility of life and the inevitability of death, and they appear in a number of poems from the period. Best known and most appreciated is the Scotsman
William Dunbar's haunting
Lament for the Makers from 1508, which
Gritchka presents marvellously in its writeup, the more archaic expressions explained in pipelinks
. There are several versions floating around the Internet, some highly comprehensible to the modern reader,
*
the faithful ones not so much.
** The one on E2 should be fine for
native speakers of English.
In more recent times,
T.H. Whites work
The Once and Future King has introduced it to two generations of
bookworms (doubtlessly few of whom recognized what they read) in a passage far underchronicled. Here the young
King Arthur is turned into a merlin
falcon and taken to his home castle's
aviary to hear the secret speech of the raptors:
The hawks stood still in the moonlight, while the spar-hawk
counted "One, Two, Three."
Then all those curved or toothed beaks opened in their hoods to a brazen unison, and this is what they chanted:
Life is blood, shed and offered.
The eagle's eye can face this
dree.
To beasts of chase the lie is proffered:
Timor Mortis Conturbat Me.
The beast of foot sings Holdfast only,
For flesh is
bruckle and foot is
slee.
Strength to the strong and the lordly and lonely.
Timor Mortis Exultat Me.
Shame to the slothful and woe to the weak one,
Death to the dreadful who turn to flee.
Blood to the tearing, the talon'd, the beaked one.
Timor Mortis are We.
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